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"!"

I was so frightened by this face that came out of nowhere that I almost dropped my phone on the ground.

Because the face was too tightly attached to the glass, even the facial features were a little deformed.At first glance, that empty and sinister expression looks like a ghost that suddenly ran out of the catacombs of a medieval castle.

"..."

As for why I think this person looks like a ghost, most of it is because of his eyes.

Eyes that shone like a beast in the forest with a red light, which should not belong to the category of humans no matter how you look at it.

His expression was like that when he was starved to death, but suddenly found a whole table of awns and delicious food in front of him, full of obsession and greed.

Those eyes stuck to my body with an unbearable hunger from the bottom of my heart, together with some inexplicable special feeling.

Having said that, the owner of this so-called "admiration" gaze turned out to be a man dressed in a suit and leather shoes, dressed like an ordinary office worker... a man?

The way he was tightly stuck to the glass wall, and he couldn't bear to move away for a second, made me suspect that if it wasn't for the glass wall blocking in the middle, this man would have rushed straight to him. I jump over

This thought makes me a little uncomfortable.

But his attire makes me a little familiar...?

"..."

I remembered.

When I felt this so-called "admiration" gaze for the first time this afternoon, it was this office worker who happened to pass by behind me.

At that time, I was still thinking "How can it be impossible to be liked by men...?"

...I simply set up a perfect Flag for myself.

It's not that I have any prejudice against personal sexual orientation.Just not to mention whether I accept it or not, this office worker looks at least almost 40 years old.

As an adult who can think rationally, he followed a minor under the age of 17 like a pervert, and even threatened by lying on the window with a knife...

Some people in this world have very bad habits.

It's not the same as the boss and Alice's idiot father coaxing his daughter.They succumb to the deep sins of their hearts, but they have no ability to satisfy their desires. They can only attack the weak who cannot resist. They are contemptible and real scumbags.

If this is the case with this person, I should be able to skip the process and silence him directly, right?

"Beijing--"

"...!"

Almost at the same time when I started to imagine "Perverted Silencing Steps [-], [-], [-]", Oda Saku suddenly reached out and grabbed the back collar of my clothes, and then pulled me in his direction.

My upper body involuntarily followed Odasaku's strength and fell towards his knees.

Before I could recover and realize what he was doing, a bright silver knife light appeared in front of my eyes, and the murderous cold edge almost brushed against my eyelashes——

In the face of the sudden and close enemy, the violent aggressiveness hidden in the subconscious has already preceded my thinking and physical reactions, and I made a counterattack in line with the opponent's killing intent:

【V】

"Ugh...!"

A small figure with black and white stripes only let out a half-short scream, and was knocked away by the small-scale rapid high-pressure water gun produced by [Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea] for only a moment.

In the process of being knocked into the air, he violently overturned countless tables and chairs in the coffee shop.The bone china cups knocked to the ground by innocent people were smashed to pieces, making a crackling sound like a prelude to a disaster.

And his whole body was photographed on the huge oil painting covering the entire wall next to the magazine cabinet, even piercing through the canvas and embedded in the depths of the wall.

The huge oil painting that had been hit violently fell down, and dust and smoke filled the shop in an instant.

"boom--"

The fall of this oil painting seemed to press a switch that could distort reality.

The coffee shop, which was originally full of young men and women whispering to each other, became eerily quiet in an instant.

Complete silence.

I don't even feel like I can hear their breathing.

It was an especially terrifying dead silence.

The only thing that makes people feel that they are still in reality is the record player still running in the corner.As a machine, it is not affected by the situation in the store at all, and continues to play the low and melodious cello solo on its own.

I was still lying on Odasaku's lap, and I could see his expression staring at the coffee shop, which became serious at this moment.

"This is a bit of a hassle," he said.

And this frozen atmosphere, as if no one died, was broken after Oda Saku's words.

"Love."

Suddenly there was a voice, mixed with the deep chamber music of the cello.

I supported Odasaku's knees and raised my upper body, and turned my head to look where the sound came from.

The one who spoke was a female high school student wearing a school uniform who was sitting around a small round table with a few friends.

I saw her grab a silver table knife that was on the side of the table, which was probably only used to cut cakes, stood up slowly, and pointed the tip of the table knife at me.

"Deep sea capital."

She looked up at me.

Under the well-trimmed forehead, the female high school student is opening a pair of inhuman eyes that are indistinguishable from the stalker office worker just outside the window.

"……Love you."

"...human, longing...I am."

"—Sin song."

The female high school student stood there, holding the table knife motionless, just staring at me deeply with her ominous eyes.

Then stumbled, like a newborn baby just learning to speak, expressing his "love" clumsily.

"Because it's powerful... so longing, human beings."

"I, want to love..."

These chilling words are like the howling of a lone wolf calling for its companions in the wilderness.Amidst her repeated murmurs over and over again, I faintly heard a second new voice,

"Powerful, eager."

The second person is the companion sitting with the female high school student.

Compared to the former who uses a table knife, the second person has a pocket knife that bosozoku usually use for cool fights.

She turned her head in a wonderfully terrifying arc, staring blankly at me,

"Humanity, love."

The third one is the boy who just took the manual carving knife out of his schoolbag and pushed the pulley on the knife,

"Because, strong... I love you."

The fourth one is the chef who is staggering out of the kitchen, but clutching a bone machete tightly in his hand,

"For, to love more...human beings."

Next, whether it is the customer who was enjoying a light meal, or the store manager who was keeping accounts at the cash register, or the waiter bending over to scrub the cup in the sink, including being hit on the wall by [V] just now, yesterday The juvenile supernatural being who tried to assassinate me in the secret medicine clinic at night.

Everyone turned their heads to look at me with those uncomfortably nauseating bright red eyes.

"I love you, Shen Haijing."

Everyone in this coffee shop began to join the wave of repeating "I love you" endlessly.

The voices of these people have gradually become more and more uniform from the chaotic chaos of you and me saying phrases and phrases that interrupt each other and make up for each other.

The tone is the same, the tone is the same, even the twisted and sickly infatuation, and the madness that is like magma surging under a volcano and faintly about to erupt.

Finally, everyone in the whole coffee shop said to me in unison:

"This is our love."

"Since we love you so much, please come and join us."

"Please bring your strength to us. Then together, love all the human beings in the world more and more?"

At this moment, they are no longer several single dangerous criminals holding sharp knives, but are integrated into a "group" mixed and extremely threatening whole by the mysterious ability called "Sin Song" .

The horror of mental manipulation can be seen from this.

Similarly, this is also one of the reasons why people with spiritual abilities are the most secretive among all kinds of people with different abilities.

——In my memory just now, is there a child who can hug a doll and hum nursery rhymes?

Why do I have no impression of myself...?

"Is this caused by a different ability?"

I heard the sound of Oda Saku opening the safety of the gun, and he leaned behind me and said in a deep voice, "Be careful, Kei. This time is not an ordinary enemy."

"It is indeed not an ordinary enemy,"

I can feel that this is not a supernatural power, but there is no need to tell them this.

Behind these controlled people, I could vaguely see a huge and dangerous monster that opened its bloody mouth and showed its fangs to me, a truly non-human monster.

And now, the crazy confession that this monster uttered through the mouths of the people being manipulated is not so much a love language that can't help but yearn for the powerful power of [V], it's more like a demonstration—— Demonstrations in Shenhaijing.

"But it doesn't matter."

I glanced at the people in this coffee shop, and there were about thirty or so people with red eyes being manipulated.

But at present, they are all just standing in place, repeating the "confession" that I want SanCheck to fail, and they don't make any aggressive actions except pointing at me neatly.

——As if waiting for someone's order.

However, these people cannot be killed at will.

After all, this is in downtown Tokyo, a politically sensitive area in the center of the country that does not belong to the Port Mafia site.

If such a large number of civilians are killed at once... Putting aside other things, the hairline of the old father alone will immediately be pushed back several centimeters because of the forced investigation by the Supernatural Secret Service.

If you are unlucky, it will be a disaster for the entire port mafia.

The behind-the-scenes manipulator who planned this operation probably also took this into consideration.

However, if you simply use [V] to trap them for a period of time, it is quite easy.

As for the rest, leave it to the local city police to worry about.

This is Tokyo, not Yokohama.

I have no obligation to protect this place.

"Hey, Mr. Deep Sea."

Just when I was about to do something, Orihara Rin suddenly asked from behind me, "In your opinion, what is the boundary between human beings and non-human beings?"

"Are you sure you want to ask this question now?"

I'm estimating the size of this coffee shop to make sure I can use my [V] to solve the problem once before these people take action. Hearing this, I glanced back at him,

"Don't forget, Orihara Rinya. The location of this meeting is up to you—"

Before my words fell, a gun was directly pointed at Orihara Rinya's temple. It was Jelena, and behind her was Yan Ji who pulled out a threat from nowhere and lay in front of her, guarding the surrounding area. .

Jelena nodded slightly to me with a stern expression, and then continued what I just said,

"I had warned you beforehand, but the attack on Mr. Kyo happened anyway."

"To this extent, do you think you can get out of here alive?"

"Get out of here alive?"

Orihara Lin also chuckled, "Of course."

"If I die here, how will the show continue?"

The author has something to say:

working hard...

[Small Theater—Speaking of yesterday's SSR card]

Dazai: Chuuya~

Chuya: ...What are you doing?

Dazai: Hurry up and give Jing-chan some benefits, otherwise he will fall asleep.

Chuya: Oh, what are you going to do... What are you doing!

Dazai (patting vigorously with a newspaper roll): lower the waist, lower the waist a little bit, raise the legs and step on them, put the hands on the collar, keep a natural expression, and keep it.

Chuya (a bit embarrassed but still posing): You are so annoying!That's it, right?

Dazai (licking the gun and taking a quick photo): ...

Chuya (continuing to pose): Are you ready?

Dazai: ...

Chuya (muttering and still posing): Is it going to take so long to shoot, the brat is troublesome.

【10 minutes later】

Chuya: Bastard Dazai——! ! ! ! !

感谢在2020-05-1805:27:26~2020-05-1908:17:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 1 piece of Weilan and Night Sky Sonata;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of EthelHedyLopez; 10 bottles of ink lotus sheng; 5 bottles of Muchi and Yiye=Ichiyo;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!