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Jelena went to Orihara Rinya before?

In terms of time, it was only possible last night... But she never mentioned this matter to me.

But let's talk about the two of them later.

The most important thing now is to get rid of the "sin songs" before the manipulator behind the scenes.

It can't cause excessive damage to the body of the boarder, but it must also prevent their possible attacks in the future, and even minimize the damage to the storefront - although I have smashed a humanoid figure on the wall just now. Hole.

With my current level of manipulation of supernatural abilities, there is no problem in achieving the above points.But this kind of tiny operation requires all the attention to achieve it.

Before, even when I was just out of the Avengers Prison and my body was as fragile as a piece of paper, I could easily replace a huge wave tens of meters high with my innate instincts and the cultivation of that adult Walls of water, or crush everything with pressure from the deep sea.

But it wasn't until after the Osaka incident a few months ago that I fully grasped the freezing formula of [V].

It's not that the latter is more destructive than the former, but that the freezing requirements are more difficult than direct replacement and simple manipulation of seawater.

I feel a little bit about this "progress".

Compared with destroying everything in front of you with the sea like a disaster, it will not kill the enemy instantly, but leave a glimmer of life for it [compassion]; it does not blindly pursue the upper limit of power like a beast, but is more vertically diverse The [Imagination] of expansion and development; the [Guardian] that has a more pity for the weak than the attack, this is the freezing type of [V], what I really want to tell me.

At the same time, it is also what I really want to pursue in my heart.

For weapons, these superfluous thoughts are almost useless, like colorful rust, they will corrode their sharpness.

But for human beings, thinking is extremely important to the development of their civilization, and it is a page of admonitions that people must read when they are born.

So I do think about it occasionally.

If supernatural powers are scars in my heart, then what does the existence of [V] mean to me?

"Jelena, Miss Yanji, please go to the table to avoid it first."

After the girls did the same, I squatted down and lightly touched the surface of the [V] sea that was displaced with my fingers.

As always, the half of my dearest relative avoids my contact with disgust. Does this also mean that my heart is avoiding myself?

In the next second, the transparent, shallow, gentle water layer began to center on me, and instantly spread throughout the entire cafe.

Then, the water level was slowly raised with difficulty and finely suppressed, and slowly stopped at a place just enough to cover people's shoe uppers or ankles.

— Cooling down.

--solidification.

--stop.

I have to say, this tiny operation is really tiring.

But the effect is remarkable. Those manipulated people who call themselves "sin songs" are now frozen in place by me without moving.

What's strange is that they didn't make any counterattacks at all except for repeating the looping background sound of "love you" and "love you".

Then what is the significance of their sudden appearance here?

Stupidly choosing to expose his own existence, and then just to stage one, two, three wooden men on the spot?Or is it a fancy confession audition?

I stood up suspiciously, and took a few steps forward tentatively.

All the knives in the hands of the "Sin Songs" shifted their direction at the same time as I moved - they were still aimed straight at me.

Although there is no way to launch an attack now, the danger they have shown is not reduced in the slightest compared to before.

The Sin Songs stared at me with unblinking red eyes filled with obsession and crazy longing... even hunger.

This makes me, who has never been in a half-time relationship at all, but who is a candidate for Aquaman, who has made a debut in the C position and stepped on more than [-] boats, inevitably feel a little hairy.

"That... sin song,"

The moment I opened my mouth, all the repeated whispers of love disappeared in an instant, and the store returned to silence.

I hesitated for a moment looking at those bright red eyes: in this case, should I call Mr. Fang or Miss, after all, my old father and eldest sister have always taught me to be polite to people.

But in the end I chose to call him by his first name_(:з」∠)_

"Thank you for your love. Let's not say that I have no plans to find a partner at the moment. In your situation, I suggest you start with a normal relationship?"

I heard Orihara Lin also softly "poof" from behind.

What a mess, it wasn't you who was confessed to by a group of people with knives.

I held my breath, and turned around and gave him a hard look.

At the same time, a child standing closest to me suddenly said, "Then let me love you."

"This kind of love is too extreme. Normally, a confession should be made with flowers instead of a knife. By the way, if you bring Lily of the Valley and Qiu Peony, I usually refuse it directly and don't think much about it."

I paused, "And with a knife... If you are rejected, are you going to use a knife to cut me?"

"In the end, are you all just greedy for my superpowers? In that case, I would prefer a love relationship with a shared heart...?"

"It doesn't matter."

This time it was another person who spoke. Compared with the stumbling appearance of the previous confession, "it"'s language learning ability is really shocking, "As long as you are cut off, you will understand us, just will be loved by us."

"You who are so powerful are really worthy of [our/sin song]'s love——"

——Okay, the cliché is over.

I immediately pulled out my X and took a step back mercilessly, ignoring the "pink eye patients" who couldn't move and had lost their threat, turned around and looked at Orihara Rinya, "So, they, the way of spreading the "Sin Song" has been determined, It is to use the knife in your hand to chop and injure others."

"Not to mention anything else, it's not easy to fill a whole store with hacked victims. You and the people behind you have really worked hard."

And Orihara Rinya, a man whose brain circuit is absolutely different from ordinary people, even if I told him about his plan, even if he is now being shot on the head, he did not show the slightest waver.

He just sat relaxed on the original booth, resting his chin on one hand, and tapped the table with his index finger on the other hand boringly, looking at the situation here in his spare time.

"I came here to exchange love with you sincerely... Ugh!!!!"

"—"

"Sorry, I haven't learned much about torture."

I let go of the dagger, and looked apologetically at Orihara Rinya whose face was pale for a moment.

Of course, my killing intent towards him hasn't subsided in the slightest since the first meeting until now—so this apology is completely faked.

"Fortunately, it's your left hand. I sincerely hope that this knife will not affect Mr. Orihara's use of chopsticks in the future. Miss Yanji, what do you think?"

"Looking at the situation, there should be no,"

Without hesitation, the chief of the torture team of the Tokyo branch pulled out the dagger I just used to penetrate the palm of Orihara Rinya's left hand and nailed his left hand to the table, and then fiddled with the dagger with the tip of the blade. A wound that was already bloody.

And this kind of too cruel action undoubtedly provoked another gasp from the intelligence dealer again.

"As expected of Master Hongye's subordinate, Master Jing is very talented."

"No, I really haven't learned it."

I casually said a word of modesty, took the dagger from her with both hands, and wiped off the blood stained on the blade with a bit of pain.

This double-edged short knife was the first gift he personally gave me as a junior at the party when I first met Mr. Chuya two years ago.Usually I cherish it very much, and almost never leave my body. At most, I use it to peel a mango.Today, this is the first time it has been officially seen in blood.

it's a pity.

I can no longer use it to peel mangoes in the future, and I will be a little bit mentally clean.

I think I should be more calm.

So my next move was to use this beloved dagger to directly pick up Orihara Rinya's chin.

The sharp blade pierced the skin around his neck, and a thin bloodstain slid along the skin into the depths of the black collar.

I calmly looked at his dark red eyes, whose pupils shrank instantly, "I heard that most villains die because of talking too much, so please be more concise and do everything."

"Ugh..."

Orihara raised his head uncomfortably, he had to pant very carefully so as not to let the blade on his neck pierce more, "Mr. Shen Hai wants me to confess what?"

"Well... it started when Oda Saku and I picked up that pair of identical children,"

I lifted Orihara Rinya's chin to the right with the tip of the blade, and motioned him to look at the young supernatural being who was shot into the wall by me before and pointed at me with the knife, "Since the child will appear in the Being in this coffee shop personally designated by you means that you had a hand in the previous assassination and this inexplicable attack."

"However, the port mafia in Yokohama and I have never had any enmity with you, an intelligence dealer active in the Shinjuku area. I personally don't think I can offend you in any way. The only connection between us place,"

"——It's the [Rat of the House of Death] who is colluding with you"

"If it is said that these two attacks were the result of your cooperation with the [Rat of the Dead House], then the information about the Demon Man just now must have been forged by you."

"call……"

Orihara Rinya was sweating from the pain at this time, but he still insisted on showing me a well-behaved wry smile, "If I tell you now, regarding these two attacks, I am completely perplexed by [Dead House] Mr. Fukkai doesn’t seem to believe the one that the Rat used.”

My evaluation of this answer is that I moved the dagger in my hand, expanding and tearing the flesh wound on his neck.

"Ok."

Orihara closed his eyes in pain, "I know your answer."

"Indeed, the information I just gave you is wrong. The person on it is not a demon, but the leader of a mercenary group who just smuggled into Japan from Europe."

"As for the real information about that devil..." He looked at the briefcase he brought.

I also don't know if this man with keen senses smelled that he was on the verge of death at this moment.In short, compared with the unscrupulousness just now, Orihara Rin now seems much more peaceful.

But such a person will not really settle down.

Just look at Dazai and you will know that behind their cute and docile pretense for a while, there are hidden conspiracy and tricks to kill people without blood.

It's just that I didn't expect that this person was similar to that malicious and cute mackerel in more than just pretending to obey.

He and Dazai are almost exactly the same, even the madness in their bones.

……

Orihara Rin also used his uninjured hand to open the briefcase he brought over.

Inside are a few blank sheets of paper——

And a remote-control bomb/bomb that is enough to level the coffee shop, and may even cause the entire apartment building above to collapse in a row.

……

In fact, if the pressure and density of the deep sea are used, the bomb is nothing to me. At most, there will be a large hot bubble in the sea water-in that case, just adjust the water temperature directly.

But the problem is that the only people and objects that are in direct contact with me will be isolated by [V].

There are nearly 40 people together in this coffee shop, and it is impossible for me and Oda Saku to get close to these "sin songs" who will be/manipulated as soon as they are hacked, like a zombie virus.

So once I use deep-sea pressure, most people here probably don’t even need to go through the process of suffocating to death, they will be directly crushed to death.

The "criminal songs" that I thought had been solved have now become the conditions for my shackles. Is this the purpose of the mastermind behind the scenes?

"Ugh..."

Yan Ji next to me let out a small mournful cry, she looked at the bomb in the briefcase in horror, covered her mouth and took a step back.

...I remembered.

Yanji's surname is Shengse.

In all likelihood, it is the family of Meika Ikase, my subordinate who was killed by a trap in the Dragon Head War two years ago.

Judging by her age, it should be her younger sister.

In this way, it is reasonable for her to have a psychological shadow on the bomb/bomb that killed her sister.

……That's my fault.

"It's useless to point a gun at me this time, Miss Jelena. I won't step into the same trap a second time."

Orihara Rin was also shaking the remote control in his hand, with a calm smile on Junxiu's face, he challenged the angry girl beside him.

Just because of the pain in his left hand, his smile was slightly distorted, "In addition to the remote control in my hand, this bomb/bomb is also remotely connected to my heart rate."

He explained this, and glanced at Odasaku,

"So, Mr. Adjutant over there, even if you can start before I press this remote control, the bomb/bomb will explode everything at the same moment my heart stops beating."

Odasaku turned to look at me, and after I nodded to him, he took a step back with his hands behind his back to show that he gave up.

"..."

I took half a step forward, and calmly blocked Yan Ji, who was a bit out of control, from behind, "So you admit that all this was indeed premeditated?"

"It wasn't my premeditation,"

Orihara Rin also turned his gaze back to me again, "What I said before is all true. Although I dare not say that I am completely innocent in these two incidents of attacking Mr. Shen Hai, I was indeed used by the devil. "

"I'm a little intelligence dealer, and I can't compete with the port mafia and the [Rats of the House of Death] in any way, so I can only make a bad move—to get what I want."

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