Missy is also looking for death in the magic world today

Nakamura Tomokazu's plaster-like stiff and pale face made Kiritani Mio's lips curl up uncontrollably.

She took the red wine glass that Wujo Satoru handed her, and the brief touch of her fingertips made her look at Wujo teacher who had lifted the no-lower limit spell with admiration.

Gojo Satoru sat down calmly and straightened his waist so that Nakamura Tomokazu could see the lipstick marks on his lapel clearly.

"For your health."

"For the hygiene of drinking utensils."

The two looked at each other slightly, smiled and toasted at the same time.

The fragrant and rich wine of Petus slipped over the taste buds, Kiritani Mio couldn't help sighing, the poisonous mouth of Wujo teacher won her heart.

"Mr. Nakamura, please cooperate and take this... sorry, I can't remember, please take this lady out of here, so as not to affect our work."

Gojo Gojo politely blocked his mouth with Nakamura Satoshi and his uncle's advice, allowing his plaster face to be cracked successfully.

Does flirting count as work? !

"Teacher Wujo, please show me the information Mr. Yidizhi sent you."

Of course it's work.

Kiritani Mio cooperatively asked for Gojo Satoru's cell phone, and began to scan the information that Ijichi sent him.

"Mr. Nakamura, do you want to relive the scene again if you don't go to rest?"

As Kiritani Mio said, she turned the phone over and rushed towards him, showing him the dismembered body full of screen.

The unexpected visual impact made Nakamura Tomokazu and Kiritani Misaki turn pale, and then looked at the half-cooked steak and deep red wine on their plates, their stomachs were overwhelmed and their throats tightened.

"Misaki, let's go."

Tomokazu Nakamura held Kiritani Misaki's shoulders, glared at the two of them in disgust, and fled in despair.

The faint sound of retching coming from outside the kitchen made Kiritani Mio even more cheerful, and her smile became much brighter.

"Miss Kiritani is so perverted~~"

Gojo Satoru stared at her slightly drunken flushed face with great interest.

The smile on her face did not decrease because of the bloody death scene, and she even showed a little positivity for her work.

What a mystery.

"Mr. Wujo, are these the only photos of the scene?"

Kiritani Mio inserted a sliced ​​steak and put it in her mouth. The scene of the death of the four maids did not affect her appetite at all.

She had seen this kind of thing a lot in her previous life, and she could eat tofu brains at the scene of a car accident.

"Well, it's all here."

Yidizhi's work is very rigorous. The maid's personal information and the death scene are strictly organized into PDFs in chronological order, which is more convenient and labor-saving to browse.

The order of death of the maids is different, and the degree of destruction of the corpses is also different. The further back the timeline, the worse the degree of destruction.

Compared to the tragedy of the fourth, the first maid only had her neck broken.

"That's weird."

Kiritani Mio browsed through all the pictures and information again, raised her eyebrows slightly, and returned the phone to Gojo Satoru,

"The height and weight of the maids are too standard."

"Looking at it this way, they look very similar."

"That's right, a similar look also appeared on the face of the maid I saw when I summoned the soul. There was oil paint on her white apron. For the dead maids in the data, the apron had nothing but blood, and there was no paint on the death scene. "

"That is to say, the fifth deceased who has not been recorded is the real 'ghost'?"

"Judging from the current situation, it is roughly the same."

Kiritani Mio wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin, very satisfied with the quality of the supper,

"Curse spirits feed on human curses, and ghosts feed on souls."

Hunger is instinct, even she will compromise to instinct.

Kiritani Mio was slightly caught in some memories of Kiritani Misaki mother and son punishing her.

Their punishment was childish but effective.Let her fall into hunger, and make all kinds of unreasonable demands on her when her will is weakest.

Jewelry from my deceased mother, beautiful clothes, monthly pocket money...

Even some unspoken lies.

She lowered her head and never raised it until she died.

"The ghost maid's hunger came very suddenly, and she was picky eater. Just like the hunger I had just after consuming too much energy in summoning the soul, she must have suffered something, otherwise, in just one year, the method of killing people will become more and more serious. Cruel. Something forced her to submit."

Kiritani Mio drank the last bit of red wine, quickly dispelling these unpleasant memories from her mind,

"Normally, evil things will make ghosts more violent. Then, can cursed things do the same?"

The tent outside the villa has not disappeared. If it is a ghost affected by the cursed object, then this matter also makes sense.

A curse that can affect ghosts, specifically aimed at him... Gojo Satoru fell into deep thought.

"Of course, these are just conjectures. The most important thing now is to find that ghost, Mr. Wutiao. I also need to ask you to help me recharge the battery. Finding ghosts also consumes energy."

Kiritani Mio walked up to Gojo Satoru and stretched out her hand naturally.

Cannibals have a short mouth and solve problems efficiently so that they will not disappoint such a good steak and red wine.

"Do you want to do it again?" Gojo Satoru refused to hold hands, with some disapproval in his resistance.

Being cared for.

Kiritani Mio smiled, looking at Gojo Satoru with a much gentler look in his eyes.

"It won't be like that again."

Her peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and her dark eyes stared at Wujo Wu under the ambiguous light, which gave Wujo Wu the illusion that she loved him so much for a moment, and pulled her hand by accident.

"I've already caught her."

……

Compared with the low-key luxury of the whole villa, the two baroque oak doors at the end of the third floor are so out of place.

The deep corridor seems to be a tunnel leading to hell, and the gold-painted door handles and intricate carvings make it look more like a level from another world.

Under the guidance of spiritual power, Kiritani Mio came here following the faint ghostly aura left by the ghost maid during the spirit summoning.

"Behind that door."

Kiritani Mio let go of Gojo Satoru's hand and sighed slightly.

From her experience, the strong resentment behind the door gave her a bad feeling.

"Mr. Wutiao still can't see the curse spirit?"

Gojo Satoru shook his head casually, and unconsciously twirled his palms.

"I can only go in and have a look."

"Can't go in."

Kiritani Mio, who was about to push the door, was stopped by a hoarse male voice,

Nakamura Shinji walked out from a dark corner, and the dim corridor lamp cast a heavy shadow on his already vicissitudes of face.

Even though the light was not bright, Kiritani Mio still caught a sharp cold light from his eyes.

"The curse spirit is here."

"Please go back, I don't believe in curse spirits at all."

Shinji Nakamura's voice was very dry, and he was still wearing the morning clothes that smelled like tobacco when we met, as if the tobacco had already overdrawn his body.

"Four maids died strangely one after another. This is no longer something you want to believe."

Kiritani Mio frowned slightly, the painter's stubbornness was a bit far-fetched,

"Your criteria for recruiting maids are really detailed, even the looks are so identical."

"Miss Tong Gu, what do you want to say?"

Nakamura Shinji's face was dark and gloomy.

"Do you not believe it, or do you already know?"

Kiritani Mio stared quietly at Nakamura Shinji's bloodshot cloudy eyes, and said coldly,

"I saw her. The one the police didn't know about, the No.5 maid."

Hearing this sentence, Nakamura Shinji's pupils shrank suddenly, and his whole body was like autumn leaves, trying to hold on to the branches but they withered and fell uncontrollably...

In the end, all of this turned into a slumped sigh, resigned to fate, and slumped his shoulders,

"You two, please come with me."

The heavy door was pushed open, and the darkness behind the door was like an abyss devouring the soul.

Nakamura Shinji fumbled on the wall and pressed the light switch, and the lit room was a spacious studio.

He led Kiritani Mio and Gojo Satoru around the scattered painting tools, and walked straight to a painting covered in white cloth in the corner of the studio. As if exhausting all his strength, he tremblingly lifted off the thin silk cloth .

A girl's energetic face came into view.

This is a bust.

In the picture, a young maid is painting. Her white apron is stained with colorful oil paint. On the canvas in front of her is an unfinished courtyard landscape.

The thick paint on the painting has long since cracked and turned yellow, only the maid's dark brown eyes are shining and full of vitality.

"She is Sanada Kyoko, the first maid of this villa, and the woman I love deeply."