Accidental Death

——That kind of indifferent, non-warm eyes is like ice buried in the deepest place, which makes people feel cold all over.

The distorted face was only for a moment, and the priest in the black sacrificial cloak had a kind and weird smile on his face again, and looked at the blond young man: "Who are you?"

"Three months ago, the police discovered an extremely vicious massacre in Nagasaki. The incident took place in an abandoned church. The layout of the scene was very close to the rumored 'Black Mass'," the detective completely ignored. The priest asked the question, and then he glanced at Hong Jiaodong and Xianchuan Wu, who fell on the ground, and continued, "The victim is an underage female. She was confirmed dead when she was found. After the judicial autopsy, the forensic doctor judged that the victim had suffered extremely cruel things before her death. torture."

The priest was silent.

The man beside him glared at Ayatsuji pedestrian with a ferocious expression.

"In the following three months, six more victims were found in Fukuoka, Kanagawa and other places. The police have been hunting down the murderer, but the whereabouts of the other party are secretive and elusive, and they have not been able to capture him successfully."

Ayatsuji pedestrians looked at the priest: "It is worth mentioning that although the genders and ages of the discovered victims are different, they have one thing in common, that is—"

"date of birth."

After the voice fell, the priest opened the corner of his mouth and revealed a distorted smile.After tearing off the camouflage, the darkness that had been hidden under the surface was exposed unabashedly, "Their birthdays are the same day."

"That date—the twentieth of April—is the date of that lord's death," said the priest, his tone rising, his expression becoming more and more agitated.He looked at Xianchuan Wu, and the madness in his eyes made the latter shiver, "And those who were born on that day undoubtedly received gifts from heaven, they are the reincarnation of gods."

"So you attack and kill people born on April [-]th, and sacrifice to the devil," Ayatsuji passers-by glanced at the dark iron platform in the center of the church, and sarcastically said, "So far, how many How many people were drained of blood and died humiliatingly on that platform?"

"If you offer their blood and souls to Satan, that lord will definitely return to the world," said the priest, turning a deaf ear to the ridicule of Ayatsuji pedestrians, with a devout expression on his face, as if he were the most loyal believer.

He held a sharp silver cross tightly in his hand and pressed it firmly to his chest: "The world today is full of crimes. If we want to save this rotten world, we must revive true justice."

"They should feel honored to have died for the rebirth of the world and become the cornerstone of the new world."

The outside light is reflected through the stained glass, and red agate or emerald light spots are projected on the priest's face, presenting a strange sense of distortion.

——Serial killings, and moreover, brutal killings.

Watching the priest's posture, Hong Jiao Dong felt a chill in his heart.

It is really disgusting to kill people on the grounds of pursuing justice, and call it "sacrifice".

"The so-called 'resurrection' should be just an excuse." Ayatsuji pedestrians narrowed their eyes displeasedly, "The reason why you committed these crimes has nothing to do with the adult you mentioned—Twenty Faces. You do these things It's just to satisfy my criminal desire of 'wanting to kill'. Even so, it's really hypocritical to use the guise of justice."

One of the kidnappers said: "What nonsense are you talking about! Of course our purpose is to revive justice."

Ayatsuji pedestrians glanced at the priest with a gloomy expression, and before he could react, he changed the subject suddenly: "However, I'm not interested in these either—how many people you kill and for what purpose are you killing? Nothing to do."

"Then why are you here?" The priest stood there with a gloomy expression.

At this moment, he who was wearing a black sacrificial cloak looked more like a demon filled with malice than a priest.

If there is no Ayatsuji pedestrian, his murder plan this time has already been successfully implemented.

The sound echoed in the empty building.

Ayatsuji Xingren looked at him and replied, "You are guilty."

"Sin?" A deep laugh came from the depths of the priest's throat.

Detective Yang Yang held the kraft paper bag in his hand, and his voice was as cold as ice: "This is the test report of the DNA extracted from the victim in the last incident."

"'As long as we have this, we can be judged guilty' - you don't think so, do you?" The priest pretended to be shocked, and he laughed. "I'm sorry, but there is a personality in our companions that is 'transfer' people are here."

Hong Jiaodong suddenly looked at the unknown man who had been ignored before.

Is his personality actually a transfer? !

The personality of the space system is so rare that he didn't think of it at all.

No wonder these prisoners are so confident.

"As long as you make a mark in advance, you can transfer to the target place. Although it takes a while for the personality to activate, it is more than enough to escape before the police arrive." The priest showed a determined smile to Ayatsuji pedestrians, "You talk so much The purpose is to delay time? What a pity. We will not be caught and sent to prison."

"Caught in prison?" Ayatsuji pedestrian repeated these four words, and then said, "Don't worry, you will definitely not be caught in prison."

The detective opened the information bag in his hand.

"...Kaijing, guide the diversion quickly. Then, Ejima," the priest pointed at Ayatsuji pedestrians and ordered, "kill him."

"That man's personality is to manipulate a tightrope," Hong Jiao Dong shouted at the pedestrians in Ayatsuji.

It is not a pleasant thing for him to be incapacitated and have to wait for others to rescue him.

His judgment was similar to that of the priest—he also believed that Ayatsuji pedestrians were trying to delay the arrival of the police.But in the same way, if he didn't have enough strength, Ayatsuji pedestrians wouldn't appear in front of the prisoner so swaggeringly.

But he had never heard of the name Ayatsuji Xingren, so he was not sure how strong the other party was.So now I can only pray that he can subdue these three prisoners quickly.

"..." The young man threw aside the stack of documents in his hand as if he didn't notice the threat at all.

The clean white paper fell to the ground and was quickly stained with dust.

The silver steel wire circled around from the left like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, passing through the gap of the scaffolding and attacking the pedestrians of Ayatsuji.

The young man was still standing where he was, and the increasingly restless figure of the priest was reflected in the depths of his ocher red eyes.

The cold front tore through the dull air, flashing by like a meteor.

Hong Jiaodong was short of breath.

If this goes on, Ayatsuji pedestrians will really die!

In a few seconds, the sharp tip of the steel wire touched the skin of the young man's neck.

Then stab his throat and kill him.

Hong Jiaodong was still a little absent-minded, and the sound of objects breaking suddenly came from the air above the church.

Like an elegant tune suddenly stopping in the middle, the picture freezes instantly.

The boy looked up.

The old-fashioned scaffolding finally seemed to be unable to bear the load, and a certain joint broke.Then the building materials that were originally transported to the top for the convenience of construction pressed against the fracture, and the already precarious balance was instantly broken.

These heavy objects suspended in the sky poured down from head to face.

Umi who was guiding the teleportation, Ejima who was manipulating the steel wire to attack the pedestrians of Ayatsuji, and the priest standing in front of the iron altar in the middle couldn't react at all. Fall by yourself.

——This is what Tsujimura Mizuki saw when he entered the door.

The scaffolding hanging from a high place collapsed together with the steel piled on it.The sound of metal rubbing and colliding was sharp and piercing, and a cloud of smoke and dust rose when it touched the ground.

It happened almost instantly.

Gray shadows enveloped the three people standing in the church, and in the next moment, all of them were heavily pressed under the steel.

The stained glass in front of the hall was also implicated and smashed, and the colorful fragments scattered all over the ground, shining bright spots under the refraction of light.

Standing in the middle, the priest-like man was forcefully pierced through the chest by a steel bar, and the flesh and blood rolled up, exposing the white bones.

Bright red blood spurted from the wound.The priest let out a shrill scream, and then the sound stopped abruptly as his head sank weakly.

Bang Jiaodong was extremely shocked.

The prisoner who kidnapped them died in an accident?

"...Accidental death?" Xianchuan Wu murmured.

The girl's face was a little pale—if she had been closer, maybe she would have been involved in this accident as well.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki stood behind Ayatsuji Pedestrian, and was so shocked by the scene in front of her that she couldn't speak.

The special agent of the Supernatural Secret Service Division opened her mouth, and it took a lot of effort to finally find her voice.

She looked at Ayatsuji pedestrians, and said with difficulty: "Mr. Ayatsuji, you..."

There was a dead silence in the church.

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