I who want salted fish became the leader

Ayatsuji withdrew his hand on the little girl, stood up again, and walked towards this simple magic workshop.

He gently closed the eyes of the corpse that was still bleeding at the throat but had been dead for a while with his hands, and then he moved the girl's arm and picked up the girl who was pressing down on the table. The open book, this is an old sheepskin magic book stained with stains.

Ayatsuji flipped through it with his fingers, compared it with the content recorded in the book Verlaine gave him in his memory, and found that the book in front of him was much more evil than he thought. In terms of its generality, most magicians are such dirty things.

All be damned.

Ayatsuji thought indifferently, he had just arrived in Tokyo not long ago, but the content of magicians in it had far exceeded the standard, and he could smell the different breath of those people from ordinary people just walking on the road, they were hidden in the crowd , doing something self-righteous, and Tsujimura Fukatsuki's incident, although not a coincidence, is not the first case he has dealt with today.

Maybe they will guess who is cleaning up the opponents in advance, but for Ayatsuji, he is just doing it conveniently. Since the tradition of magicians is not to be human, then he will reluctantly send them to the reincarnation road to reincarnate with humans The miscellaneous animals who make sacrifices.

But I have to say that this is indeed the most suitable magic studio that Ayatsuji found.

Although her ribs hurt from the blow, Tsujimura Mikazuki was unwilling to just fall asleep, so she pushed herself up on one side of her body, trying to see clearly what the boy who saved her was doing, but she could only see The figure of him standing in front of the corpse of his classmate.

What is he doing……?

Tsujimura Shenyue revealed a trace of confusion in his eyes, and subconsciously asked, "What, what's wrong?"

But the other party did not respond to her words. Instead, he picked up the blood bag collected by the murderer she had seen before, and poured the blood into it again. It made her shed tears without being stimulated by this white light.

The young man in front of him...is he using the murderer's formation?Are they the same person?

Tsujimura Fukatsuki couldn't believe his eyes.

But the fact is like this, he didn't even care about the girl in the same class who was innocently killed, but pulled out the knife from her heart, and walked towards the center of the formation dripping blood.

This was obviously a black-and-white occasion, and the blond boy didn't come here to save her at all!

"Why did you do this?" She asked hesitantly, "Are... are you using her blood to do something bad?"

"Since she's dead, there's no point in mourning." Ayatsuji finally noticed her existence, but didn't look back, just said in a light tone, "It's better to make the best use of everything and use a better way to deal with all this , to end this error."

Respect is given to the living, and the dead don't have to be so particular about it.

Then, on the front that Tsujimura Mizuki couldn't see, he took out the transparent sealed bag inside the cloak, and the mildew spots on the manuscript of "The Count of Monte Cristo" seemed to expand a little, I don't know if it was an illusion, Ayatsuji After staring at it for a while, he took out a small knife that was originally placed in the middle of the formation.

"What is that?" Tsujimura Fukatsuki couldn't control his doubts.

"If I'm not wrong, he probably wants to summon Jack the Ripper." Ayatsuji said, looking at the knife in his hand coldly, "The pure blood of the girl, the dirty magic power, and the unused uterus, Ugh, so boring."

Not to mention whether Jack the Ripper, the legendary serial murderer targeting prostitutes, can be summoned, but only attacking vulnerable women shows his cowardice and incompetence.

After all, he threw away the knife, took out his manuscript, and placed it in the center of the summoning formation.

Afterwards, Ayatsuji stood up, picked up another small knife that had pierced the girl's heart and cut open the fragile neck before, and cut open his own finger expressionlessly, the strong magic power came from the broken wound almost at the same time Spilled everywhere, the smell of blood in the air became heavier, almost to the point of suffocation.

The way the Special Agents diagnose his magical powers is with complex instruments.

But Ayatsuji's magical power...is not as meager as they thought, but on the contrary, it has reached an astonishing level. This is why the magic eye experiment was only successful on him. The reason why it was not diagnosed is that It is because it has exceeded the range that can be estimated by humans.

In Toyo's magic system, there is a cruel and bloody method, that is, to implant insects with magic marks into the bodies of magicians' descendants, and to strengthen and expand the magic circuit through the continuous reproduction of insects in the body, so as to achieve The purpose of becoming a powerful magician.

This is a method that can be replicated, so the Seventh Agency of the Supernatural Secret Service Division recruited death row prisoners for experiments, but still failed to maintain the supply of magic eyes due to insufficient magic power, resulting in the failure of the plan, but Ayatsuji was able to succeed in private, purely because Just because of his own qualifications.

Fortunately, they did not dare to implant this engraving worm on Ayatsuji's body, so this avoided the possibility of the magic eye being exposed.

Ayatsuji's blood itself is the best magic supply agent.

"..."

As drops of blood fell on the dirty warehouse floor, like spring water falling on stones, there was a clear and crisp ticking sound. Although nothing happened for the time being, Ayatsuji’s expression was very calm. He did not talk to those people. The magician utters the spell of summoning, because he himself does not know what he is waiting for to appear.

Everything is accidental, or... some kind of destiny.

"Are you..." Tsujimura Fukatsuki couldn't help asking.

"Shh." Ayatsuji stopped her coldly, seemingly impersonally, "Don't talk."

Ten seconds after the blood dripped, as if the moment lightning flashed across the sky, a voice came from Ayatsuji's heart, which seemed to say—it's coming, this is a strange intuition that makes people palpitate. Ayatsuji's eyelids twitched, his heart beat faster, and there seemed to be waves of micro air oscillating in the air.

This is an invisible wave, advancing layer by layer in the dimly lit midair, as if the waves are washing the edge of the beach.

As soon as his heart moved, Ayatsuji felt something, he turned his head keenly, and saw the dust floating in the room suddenly stopped in the air, as if time stood still in the small, cramped, disgusting warehouse, and the floor groaned unbearably Moaning, as if some important person is about to arrive.

A small earthquake spread violently around the soles of the fallen shoes at Ayatsuji station. The wooden chairs in the warehouse made rattling noises, and even the cabinets placed in place trembled and moved out of their original positions. It was a foot away, as if a ruthless giant hand had swept across here.

The world seemed to be spinning, and the stained glass of the windows was broken one by one. The earthquake was more powerful than he thought, so that Ayatsuji had to reach out and hold the table to stabilize himself.

The old floor made a crushing and cracking sound, and with a series of small-scale cave-ins, the corpse of the man who had been cut into a bloody man fell down, into the black lair that looked like the huge mouth of an open beast , disappeared.

A monster capable of destroying the world... is about to appear.

Every person standing here will have this shuddering thought, which is rooted in the most primitive fear of the unknown in the human heart. The reason why human beings are afraid of the dark is because there are creatures in the dark that have never seen before and can tear apart flesh. The reason why a giant beast with a large body is afraid of flames is because of the scorching pain caused by the flames burning the skin.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki struggled to grab the corner of the table to avoid the tragedy of being swallowed by the darkness, but when she raised her head, she saw a scene she would never forget in her life.

what is that……?

Is it a burnt flame in the dark?No, not at all, she heard her teeth chattering in fear.

It was black mist that floated out from the blackness without fingers, like the tentacles protruding from a sleeping giant. At the same time, a pair of scarlet, burning flame-like will-o’-the-wisps slowly lit up in the mist. The eye sockets swayed, forming a figure that appeared in the center of the originally empty magic formation and the hurricane.

The earthquake stopped.

It is almost twice as tall as the tall and thin Ayatsuji who stood up straight, with those terrifying scarlet eyes slowly lowering his head, looking at the boy standing in front of him who refused to budge, Tsujimura Fukatsuki endured it To suppress her desire to scream, she didn't know why the other party was still able to stand still.

She felt a sense of respect, and even felt a little ashamed of her own fear.

"Are you my Master?" said a hoarse, deep voice that seemed to come from the abyss.

It only sounded in Ayatsuji's mind, but it seemed to be mixed with the screams and screams of thousands of people, including men and women, children and old people. Their coughs and coughs tortured by illness seemed to sound from the abyss. In the voice of this question, there was a wail.

The stench of the wind messed up Ayatsuji's blond hair, he stretched out his hand to brush a little of the hair, and pinned it behind his ear, revealing that pale and beautiful face.

"Yes."

"your name?"

"Pedestrian Ayatsuji." He said lightly.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki didn't know what it was talking about, in her eyes, the monster just stayed in place, but she heard him say the name "Ayatsuji pedestrian".

So, is his name Ayatsuji?

The moment the names were exchanged, the contract between the master and the servant was established, and a crossed thorn gradually appeared on the back of Ayatsuji's hand, which surrounded two petals, forming a simple but profound incomprehensible mantra. As a result, the black mist showed its true form to Ayatsuji.

It was a pure black horse still puffing, and a knight in medieval clothes sat on top of it.

The frighteningly tall black horse is not a real horse, but is composed of a mass of pure black mist, and the edge of the horse armor is overflowing with thick black mist, and the scarlet will-o'-the-wisp that Tsujimura Fukatsuki saw is in the horse's eyes Burning in the middle, like two souls screaming and resentful, a few green flames spewed out from their noses.

The knight sitting on the horse is wearing rusty silver-plated armor that covers the whole body, and a black cloak on the outermost layer, like the oldest European knight. A few swirls of black mist floated from the helmet grille, giving people a cold and strange feeling that seemed human but not human.

Almost immediately, a name flashed through Tsujimura Mizuki's mind.

Death, it means death and pain.

"Sure enough..." Ayatsuji said in a calm voice, as if he understood something, the fatal attraction and summoning power, "You are very suitable for me, so you will answer my call."

While establishing the contract, relevant knowledge emerged in his mind. This servant is the existence recorded in the legendary "Bible". It is absolutely impossible for him to respond to the God of Death in the Holy Grail War, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

Its real name is the frightening - the plague.

Compared with the Black Death, or other epidemics that accidentally killed tens of millions of people, it is more widely circulated in legends as a symbol of death and the ghost of death in the "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse". Perhaps it is precisely because of this that it will From a conceptual symbol to a heroic spirit that can be summoned, it appears as a knight.

Ayatsuji, whose ability is called [accidental death], is also a walking cold death, a rumored murder detective.

As long as they are judged by him, the prisoners who meet the conditions will die accidentally, and no one can save their lives from him. Therefore, in a sense, Ayatsuji can even manipulate the gods of death and make them his subordinates. It is the incarnation of "death" that exists in the world.

Even more coincidentally, epidemic diseases such as the Black Death are also considered a type of accidental death.

Because in the eyes of human beings at that time, they couldn't understand why a person would suddenly get sick. He just said a few words before the deceased, or touched the dead body, or even didn't know the person sitting next to him. Infected with the plague, he confessed his life in such a muddled way.

"An accident took his life" - the most commonly used sentence on the epitaph at that time.

And their remaining family members will resent the accident, cursing why the gods did not shelter the dead and raise them to the height of gods, so the plague knight exists in word of mouth, it walks in the wilderness and corpses at night, waiting The end is coming.

Ayatsuji has also encountered this kind of thing. After all, the number of [accidental deaths] is too high, there will always be smart and careful people who will find the abnormalities. They set up a website for him, and write down the accidental deaths they observed as Recorded in the diary, Ayatsuji was regarded as God's punishment.

But the following things gradually changed, because there is too much injustice in this world. In the face of power and money, there are always some criminals who can be acquitted in full view, or the whole thing can be left alone, leaving only The sound of the victim crying.

They posted a petition on the website, praying day and day for the god who punishes evil to kill those criminals with strength.

But Ayatsuji is not a person who will abuse his superpowers, and the Supernatural Secret Service is even less likely to allow him to do so, because once it starts, the laws that help society stabilize will disappear, and there will even be self-righteous copycats. , so he won't use [accidental death] just because of the post.

Of course, those who posted couldn’t understand, they gradually changed from admiration and praise to resentment and cursing. When Ayatsuji had the opportunity to log on to that website again, he was not surprised to find that they began to curse the god, that is, With the death of Ayatsuji, the language became too aggressive and unsightly.

What's it like to know you're capable but not be able to do things?

Ayatsuji didn’t want to answer, because of [accidental death], he felt that he was burdened with the lives and good hopes of many people, whether it was dead, or it was about to be dealt with now, or it was about to happen in the future, this feeling of guilt It made him loathe its existence even more.

Plague, he really appeared as a follower of Ayatsuji, which is undoubtedly a joke.

"Thank you for responding to my call." Ayatsuji said coldly, "I hope we will have a pleasant cooperation in the future."

As his words fell, Tsujimura Fukatsuki could feel a sudden gust of wind, which blew up dust and blood droplets on the ground, covering Ayatsuji and the figure of the dead knight together. She tried her best to squint her eyes to see The scene is clear, but in the end, it is impossible to get a glimpse of the real scene inside.

A few seconds that seemed extraordinarily long passed, and the high-speed rotating hurricane finally dissipated, and in the scene of the dust falling slowly, Tsujimura Fukatsuki saw the edge of the red cloak on Ayatsuji's body curved down, and everything returned to calm , the Ghost Rider that existed before her eyes disappeared.

Instead, there is a black crow on Ayatsuji's shoulder. In Western culture, a crow means witchcraft and death. It is an extremely evil animal, and it is also composed of a black mist. , but there were two groups of scarlet flames shining in the eyes.

"Let's go." She heard Ayatsuji's voice say.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of boots stomping on the floor, and Ayatsuji's footsteps walked towards the door, and stopped again in front of Tsujimura Fukatsuki. She felt nervous for a while, not knowing what would happen next, but the light voice It sounded above her head: "Remember, our secret, don't say that I used a formation."

"But you can tell your mother that I'm back... oh, and about the magician."

The boy's voice was extremely cold, as if he was talking to a stranger, Tsujimura Mizuki had a strong premonition that he didn't remember himself as the rescued person at all.

She was being self-righteous, in Ayatsuji's eyes, she was probably just a rescued passer-by, although he didn't know why he seemed to know his mother.

After all, the sound of footsteps sounded again, this time from near to far, gradually leaving her position, and finally there was a creak of opening the door, Ayatsuji walked out, then closed the door, and with the closed door Voice, everything returned to calm.

Tsujimura Mizuki felt his heart beating helplessly in his young atrium.

A dark premonition made her raise her head involuntarily, and tried her best to look at the completely shattered stained glass. The moonlight was revealed, but what was unusual was that for a while, she was the same as the pale man just now. The thick black mist similar to the death knight gradually spread in the sky and ate away at the gray clouds.

It will slowly envelop the whole of Tokyo, like hunters surrounding food.

The absurd idea made her eyelids twitch wildly. She couldn't take her eyes away, but just stared at the sky in a daze, so that she didn't know how long time had passed, until the sound of hurried footsteps reappeared at the door, and the door was slammed. It broke away, and the light of the flashlight that suddenly turned on almost made her cry.

"Police!" roared the visitor. "Hands up!"

With the sound of the door being knocked open, policemen in bulletproof suits filed in, arranged in a neat formation, and immediately put on a guarded attitude, but they were surprised to find such a chaotic scene in the warehouse, and all the furniture had been displaced. All the wooden floors were broken, and although a victim had been found, the murderer was nowhere to be found.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki's mother rushed in from behind the police. She hugged her daughter and said hurriedly, "I'm sorry, I was late."

At the same time, there was a hint of sharpness in her eyes. As the deputy director of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, her daughter was kidnapped by a murderer. I don't know if there is something strange about it. Could it be that there are supernatural beings involved behind it? traces of it?

The mother's embrace was very warm, and Tsujimura Mizuki felt that her beating heart had finally landed, and she subconsciously grabbed her mother's clothes to draw on this sense of security.

"No..." she said in a low voice, "Someone saved me, but he has already left."

Hearing this, her mother was taken aback: "Who?"

"His name is... Ayatsuji Xingren." She whispered, "When he walked in, the criminal would have died. If it wasn't for him, I would have died."

For some reason, Tsujimura Shenyue could feel her mother's embrace suddenly became stiff, and she was stunned. Tsujimura Shenyue could feel her fear seeping out of her body little by little, and her mother was almost in a cold sweat He asked eagerly, "Ayatsuji pedestrian...?"

Although she didn't know why her always tough mother suddenly became like this, Tsujimura Fukatsuki chose to tell the truth hesitantly: "...that's the name."

"Is it really him?! Did he go back to Tokyo? What does he want to do?!"

What was revealed in her mother's words, she did know the boy, and such emotions of fear and surprise are extremely rare, and at the same time, this series of questions is more like venting her fear to the air than questioning, Her whole body was shaking.

Ayatsuji Xingren will not do unnecessary things. Although he did save his daughter, is he using this to convey some message to her...

Such a high-profile announcement of his whereabouts, on the contrary, made the deputy director of the Special Agents Section who was supposed to hunt him down feel restrained, and did not dare to act rashly. Indeed, Ayatsuji was qualified to do so, because they couldn't really force him to do anything. .

Especially when he became the leader of Hong Kong gangsters.

She had already learned about this from the hound. This news made her unable to swallow for a while, and she suffered from insomnia all night. She finally got out of this shadow, but now...he appeared.

"That man, I mean the murderer, what is his identity?" Her mother eagerly shook her body, asking for an answer, "Shen Yue, answer me!"

Tsujimura Fukatsuki hesitated, and after a while, confided the truth: "He... he seems to be a magician."

Magicians, as long as they have anything to do with them, it is not a good thing, because most of them are a group of terminally ill lunatics who are in pursuit of the root and the Holy Grail, and they cannot use the thinking of normal people to speculate on their thoughts.

And she did find out that many foreigners have entered Tokyo recently, including not only Japanese, but also many British and French people. Could it be that Ayatsuji, the leader of Hong Kong gangsters, came back again because he was preparing to clean up Tokyo?

After all, Ayatsuji has recently been exposed to the World War of Supernatural Powers, and now he has returned to Tokyo, where the population flow is abnormal. Obviously, the purpose is closely related to this. He is really doing something that she dare not try at all.

She couldn't help thinking in a trance, the capital Tokyo, the capital of the return of Ayatsuji pedestrians...

It's probably going to change.

……

……

Barbara.

"It's just for taking pictures." Shishu Tatara shook the camera in his hand and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Anna, look how beautiful the moon is today, and there is a layer of black mist. It’s a rare sight, I’m going to record a DVD, and it’s only commemorative when I play it later.”

Anna was a little uneasy, she reached out and grabbed the sleeves of ten Duoliang clothes, and shook her head: "Don't go."

Such a scene always gave her an ominous feeling.

"There will be no danger, it's because Anna is overthinking." Shiju Tatara gently took his sleeves away from her hand, and said softly, "Well, I'll just go to the rooftop to take a picture of the moon , won’t go far, is this okay, Anna?”

He thought for a while, and promised: "I'll come back immediately after I finish taking the photo, so that I can catch up and give Zun a surprise."

Anna hesitated, she seemed to be persuaded, and after half a minute of stalemate, she gradually let go.

"Anna is good." He smiled and rubbed her head, "I'll be back soon, do you want to pull the hook to promise?"