The wrong way to open the healing ability

Zhenzhi, who was still worried at first, heard three dull gunshots outside the thorn wall and the wailing of ghosts, so he restrained his mind and began to fight.

"Machi Eguchi, you are still as brazen as before!"

After finally seeing the things in front of him clearly, Wu Mi, whose eyes were still burning and aching, relied on his instinct to block Zhenzhi's attack, felt the connection between him and those four subordinates, his already pale face was even more ugly and frightening .

"I still like to hear your words."

Zhenzhi smiled and swung the second knife. This time, Wu Mi didn't defend in time, and the sharp blade directly cut the flesh on the neck.

Wu Mi wiped the blood flowing from his neck, and the healing ability of the ghost quickly healed the wound completely, without even leaving any obvious scars.

Although the Sun Wheel Knife is indeed the natural enemy of ghosts, a wound of this degree cannot cause any harm to Wu Mi at all.

Zhenzhi is of course very aware of this, and immediately launched a second round after the first round of attack was ineffective, this time the main target of the attack was Wu Mi who was still holding the blue Bianhua's hand.

Wu Mi soon noticed that the wound on Zhenzhi's right cheek hadn't healed as fast as before, and was still bleeding.

"You've become weaker, Eguchi Machi."

Unprepared for a moment, Wu Mi was cut off by the nimble Zhenzhi, and the hand holding the flower was separated from the arm, and flew into the air.

Dense black thorns emerged from Wu Mi's back, part of them faced Zhenzhi's dagger head-on, and the other part flew into the air, ready to snatch back the blue Bana flower that had been dropped from his hand.

The previously severed arm also regenerated at a terrifying speed, and dense granulation sprouted from the wound, ready to attack Zhenzhi from the side.

Attacking from both sides is quite dangerous for Zhenzhi who only has a small dagger.

Zhenzhi, who was not physically strong enough to fight alone, took a breath but did not panic at all. He kicked the small solid wood table specially used to display auction items at the granulation attacking from the side, and the dagger in his hand kept moving. , cut off the powerful thorns.

It's just that Wu Mi's ghost blood technique is really not weak, only a few of them were cut off, and Zhenzhi's hand trembled a little.

"I didn't expect you to stay in place all the time. You still have these few abilities for so many years, and you haven't improved at all."

There are not many medicines specifically for ghosts that he carries with him, and now Wu Mi is protected by thorns, so he can't attack the main body at all.

In the confrontation just now, Zhenzhi, who was not aware of it for a while, with a cut in his arm, panted slightly, and adjusted his posture of holding the weapon.

"Anyway, you won't have the chance to see my ghost blood technique in the future."

At this very moment, Wu Mi's thorns had once again pinched the blue Bana flower that had been released from his hands.

He no longer believed in Zhenzhi's nonsense, and planned to eat the flowers as soon as he got them.

"Indeed, you don't have much chance to use ghost blood again."

Zhenzhi not only did not move forward, but even took a step back, as if to avoid something terrible.

There was the sound of something breaking above Wu Mi's head.Accompanied by the overwhelmed sound of metal collisions, the palace-style chandelier that was originally hanging directly above the stage aimed at Wu Mi, who was unable to dodge for a while because of his fully stretched body, and fell vertically.

In the interval between the attacks, Zhenzhi diverted a little attention and threw a silver needle to cut off the chandelier.Due to its own weight, the metal decoration on the chandelier was squeezed and deformed, and the sharp metal directly pierced Wu Mi's body, hitting him firmly on the ground.

Zhenzhi, who had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, stepped forward without hesitation, aimed at Wu Mi's only exposed head, poured the medicine powder aimed at the ghost's own self-healing ability evenly on his face, and stretched out his hand to catch it in mid-air. Clinging to the blue Bana flower fluttering down.

With the help of the medicine powder, Wu Mi's dagger, which could not be completely killed, can now completely kill ghosts.

Wu Mi was temporarily unable to move due to the weight of the chandelier, and suffered a terrible attack on his face. The black thorns that originally separated the stage from the crowd appeared damaged.

The cold dagger stuck to Wu Mi's neck, cutting a shallow scar.

"Although I don't know how you came to Yokohama from the Taisho era, but this time it's really a farewell."

The moment the blade was about to go down, the fear and unwillingness that belonged to Wuyou disappeared on the bright and beautiful face in front of him, revealing a distorted expression that belonged to humans, intertwined with joy and fear.

"Sir, please don't kill me! I'm just possessed by him! I can feel that he's gone now, please don't kill me!"

Zhenzhi, who was about to completely kill the creature in front of him, paused and raised his eyebrows.

It seems that his previous conjecture was correct. Creatures such as ghosts were indeed basically extinct in the era of Da Zhi, but some ghosts headed by the ghost king, their consciousness and power awakened again in modern Yokohama.

In a sense, it can be regarded as resurrection of the dead, occupying their reincarnation, or a body that matches the wavelength quite well.

Noticing the pause in Zhenzhi's movements, the young woman seemed to be encouraged, showing a pitiful look.

In the corner covered by the wreckage of the chandelier, the silent black thorns climbed slowly, and could immediately circle behind Zhenzhi. The sharp thorns were already aimed at Zhenzhi's pale and fragile neck.

"Please, don't kill me! I really don't know anything, I was just manipulated by him!"

It was the sound of blood flowing.

The young woman's pleading expression froze on her face, and her pale face was splashed with bright red blood.

"Feel sorry."

The dagger in Zhenzhi's hand cut off her neck mercilessly, and her eyes were as dead as a pool of stagnant water.

The black thorn behind her who was about to attack gradually disappeared, and the young woman who was threatened by Wu Mi and asked her to attract Zhen Zhi's attention showed a grateful and relieved expression on her face, which changed to Wu Mi's desperate and unwilling face in the next second.

Zhenzhi smiled, he didn't know whether he was telling Wu Mi or telling himself.

"Since it's a ghost from the past, disappear for me as soon as possible. This is not your time anymore."

The blood-stained dagger was casually thrown aside by Zhenzhi, and it made a crisp sound when it touched the ground.

Machi did not turn back to look at the miserable corpse that still had a human appearance, pushed away the black thorns that had become fragile due to the death of its master, and met Dazai, who had been paying attention to this place in the crowd.

What he said to Wu Mi before was not a lie. If he ate the blue Bianhua directly, he would explode and die because the medicine was too strong.

According to the content of the parallel world's own records, the fully bloomed blue Bianhua can only be eaten after special treatment.

Wuyou, whose neck had been cut off, saw Dazai, who was staring at Zhenchi, from a distance, and made an excited and crazy voice.

"Ho ho...you are so stupid."

Zhenzhi ignored his last words before he died, packed up his appearance and prepared to walk off the auction stage.

"Aren't you curious why I found the blue Bana flower you hid?"

Seeing that Zhenzhi's footsteps stopped, Wu Mi, who had a deep and hoarse voice, showed a crazy expression.

"Because the address is the human being that you value a lot told me..."

Before he finished speaking, a bullet had penetrated his mouth, making him unable to make any sound anymore.He could only stare at a pair of resentful eyes, and gradually lost his vitality.

Dazai put away the gun he was carrying, and held out his hand to Machi.His smile at this time is gentle, his eyes are focused and sincere.

"Since the matter has been resolved, the auction should not continue. In order to prevent trouble, we'd better go back early, Zhenzhi."

Makoto took a deep look at Dazai, deep in his eyes was a certain kind of paranoia and madness that Makoto couldn't fully understand.

"it is good."

The incident has been basically resolved, there is no need for Machi and Dazai to stay here.

Taking advantage of the fact that the agents of the Supernatural Secret Service Division shot and dealt with the three terrifying creatures and were surrounded by the panicked crowd and could not get out, the two directly touched the locked gate of the venue, and they had the title of "King of Unlocking Yokohama" Dazai directly opened the door lock.

Walking through the elegantly furnished corridors, when they were about to leave from the white rose garden attached to this luxury hotel, Machi and Dazai ran into Ayatsuji pedestrians and others who had just received the news and were about to rush to the auction venue. Several agents.

These few people obviously have high positions, and when they saw Dazai's face, they showed vigilant expressions and consciously avoided it.

Dazai had no intention of communicating with this group of people. He was one step behind Makoto and the expressionless Ayatsuji pedestrian who was holding a habitually used pipe looked at each other, and his lips moved.

"Entrust, I entrust you."

After the two groups of people passed by, Ayatsuji Pedestrian unhurriedly exhaled a puff of smoke, and looked back at the two people's backs.

The agent who noticed something unusual also glanced at the two people who were leaving, and sounded a reminder.

"Mr. Ayatsuji, let's go to the venue quickly."

After the team from the Ability Secret Service Section arrived at the auction venue, the frightened crowd had been dispersed by the agent who had made a lot of contributions, and the staff at the venue were protecting the site and waiting for their arrival.

"Detective Ayatsuji, no matter what you know later, don't say it directly!"

The agent who was close to Ayatsuji pedestrians reminded him repeatedly before taking the detective to check the situation on the auction platform where a dead body lay, but the blonde detective didn't seem to hear him at all, and casually looked around the entire auction venue.

Seeming to have found something interesting, Ayatsuji pedestrians ignored the agent's dissuasion, walked directly to a certain seat, and pulled out a small note from the corner.

The handwriting on this note was obviously written not long ago.

"Entrust the pedestrian detective Ayatsuji to investigate and deduce the real murderer who killed the decapitated female body on the auction platform."

"I accept this commission."

……

After leaving the venue building, there was a field of carefully trimmed white roses.

The owner of the venue obviously put a lot of thought into this flower. The beautiful and coquettish flowers bloomed under the moonlight, creating an indescribably romantic and tranquil atmosphere.

Machi and Dazai walked slowly on the path in the middle of the garden, neither of them spoke first, they just walked forward in silence.

Not far ahead, there is a statue of an angel with exquisite carvings.The angel in battle armor holds a long, slightly angled sword in one hand and a round shield in the other.

The angel bows his head slightly, and the exquisite carving technique makes it look lifelike, with the holiness of the gods and the mercy of the human beings in the eyebrows.

I don't know why, but this angel image doesn't make Zhenzhi feel very good, it can even be said to be creepy.

Makoto, who has always been confident in his intuition, did not stand under the statue, but stopped five meters away from the statue, and turned his head to look at Dazai who was walking beside him.

"What's the matter, Machi. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Dazai stopped in his tracks with a scrutinizing gaze from Machi, with a calm expression on his face.

"I don't have anything to say. But Dazai, there are some things I still want you to tell me yourself."

Seeing the unwavering smile on Dazai's face, his face was a little pale because of the high-intensity battle with Wu Mi just now, Zhenzhi pursed his lips, and added again.

"I want you to tell me yourself before I investigate what happened myself."

There seemed to be exclamations coming from the auction venue not very far from the White Rose Garden. Dazai rolled his eyes, but silently clenched his hands in his pockets into fists.

"If it's about telling the ghost king about the location of the blue Bana flower, I'd like to admit that I did it."

Regarding the matter that Wu Mi mentioned before he died, Dazai admitted quite frankly, without any twists and turns.

He glanced at the rising moon through the angel statue not far away, and the smile on his face remained unchanged.

"Of course, that's not the only thing I do."

Dazai pointed at the still noisy auction venue from a distance, and continued talking without changing his face.

"To attract Detective Ayatsuji to this banquet, the doll that was auctioned at the auction was obtained after I used some tricks and made a deal with Mr. Mori."

"The dagger specially aimed at ghosts, and the five special bullets that were handed over to the special agents of the Supernatural Secret Service were made after I got on line with the Ubayashiki family in advance, and contacted the Mirufiore family as soon as possible."

Machi listened quietly to Dazai pouring out all the arrangements he had made before, and didn't even know what to say for a while.

"why?"

It wasn't until he spoke that Zhenzhi realized that his voice had become hoarse at some point.

"You know very well that it is impossible for me to..."

Before Zhenchi finished speaking, Dazai's words left him speechless.

"Because I like you, I hope you can live."

- Click.

As soon as this expression of heart was finished, the sound of the sculpture breaking came from behind Zhenzhi.

There were only the two of them in this empty garden at this time, and there was a dead silence, and the cracking sound seemed more abrupt and obvious in the silence.

Makoto, who was still shocked by Dazai's expression before, heard this broken sound, and his brain re-functioned reassembled the previous fragmented information, and came to an incredible conclusion.

But before his body could react according to the instructions of his brain, a stone sword that was supposed to be held by the angel statue had already penetrated Zhenzhi's left chest at an incredible speed, and he fainted. blood.

It was Ayatsuji pedestrian's ability "Another" that took effect.

As long as you accept the commission and say the murderer's name, the murderer will die in an accident.

The turmoil that just came from the auction venue was because Yan Tsuji, who had accepted the commission, told the name of the murderer who killed Wu Mi, Machi, in front of all the agents of the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

Even if Zhenzhi deliberately stayed away from the angel statue because of intuition, all kinds of coincidences brought about by cause and effect finally made the sword penetrate Zhenzhi's heart at an incredible angle.

The previous high-intensity physical exertion, as well as his own poor physical condition, after being pierced by the sword, Zhenzhi's eyes turned black for a while, and he almost fell to the ground.

A pair of hands gently embraced him, and hugged him into a hug that was not generous, but which made people feel at ease inexplicably.

Of course, if the current Zhenzhi still has a little strength, the first thing to do is to beat up Dazai.

The bandage-wrapped but vaguely warm hand patted Zhenzhi's back comfortingly twice, and then pulled out the stone sword without hesitation.

The wound that was originally blocked by the stone sword was completely unhindered, and the blood quickly stained the clothes of the two people, and even the ground was stained red with blood.

The smeared blood on the ground expanded rapidly, one end flowed to the beautiful white rose, and the other end flowed to the angel statue not far away, barely stopping at the foot of the statue.

Probably because Machi's blood is special, the white roses in full bloom were instantly dyed bright red when they came into contact with the blood, and gradually spread outwards centered on Machi and Dazai.

The statue of an angel with a holy and kind smile is watching the red roses in the garden, and there seems to be a bit of sarcasm in his face.

Zhenzhi opened his mouth, as if he wanted to curse, but in the end it turned into a weak cough, and blood flowed from the corner of his lips.

Wrapping Zhenchi with one hand to prevent him from falling, Dazai stretched out the other hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of Zhenzhi's mouth affectionately, then gently held his face, staring at those beautiful eyes quietly and reverently Gradually lose their spirits.

He bowed his head slightly and kissed her.

It hurts.

Zhenzhi, who had lost too much blood, could hardly feel the outside world, and the only thought in his mind now was that it really hurt.

Although it wasn't that he had suffered more serious injuries than this before, but now the wound piercing his heart made him almost unable to think, and he recalled the night when he just gained eternal life in a hazy state of mind.

Before his consciousness completely sank into darkness, he vaguely felt something soft touch his lips, and something cool and sweet passed over.

This cool and sweet liquid quickly flowed from the mouth to the whole body, and the pain that went deep into the bone marrow just now was relieved by this inexplicable liquid.

The brain's gradually sobering knowledge finally realized what it was after the cool and sweet liquid spread throughout the body.

There was such a description in the notes left by myself in the parallel world.

"An incredible feeling, cool and sweet."

——It's the smell of blue Bana flowers.

The consciousness of true knowledge sank into darkness.

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