The villain is in trouble

—It was a monster.

——The monster, made the monster.

He knew it desperately, as his consciousness tightened with pain.

Shunzaburo Daisuke is a curse master who does dirty work in secret; he has killed people, raped women, likes gambling and wine, and his best weapon is a sharp weapon that is well combined with magic.

Three days ago, he was approached by an intermediary whom he had contacted before, and he was moved by the price, and he took a certain task with two other people.

The other two people, one is a curse master, one is a mercenary, they are a pair of well-known partners; Daisuke Shunsaburo saw them at night, and was very surprised--before, he heard that the mercenary was seriously injured and dying, but he saw them The other party was full of energy, without any signs of weakness.

"That's a guy with a strange spell." For the sake of his colleagues, the curse master told him, "It's not like a reverse spell, because what he gave was his own blood." Before leaving for Yokohama That late night, the man smiled and said, "Do you want us to take you to see and see?"

As a curse master, it is easy to provoke enemies. Shunzaburo Daisuke hesitated for three seconds. Although his technique is not bad, he agreed because he thought he could meet a person with healing ability.

In the dense mist, a man with black hair and red eyes looked up at the table in the underground clinic, his gaze was cold and ruthless; behind him were dying "experimental materials" locked in a transparent glass box.

Daisuke Shunsaburo was horrified, he only thought that the man was a mad scientist in the movie, he had seen such evil deeds in his career as a curse master, but this man's attitude seemed to be taken for granted, which was shocking Of course.

The man was pale and well-dressed. His appearance was not so much an underground black doctor, but more like a young master in poor health.

The curse master and the mercenary respected him very much—and indeed they should respect him. People with rare healing abilities, no matter whether it was spells or supernatural abilities, should be respected in the underground world. People like them were often injured.

Daisuke Shunsaburo left his name, and the other party said coldly that only those who have received his own blood are eligible to know his name.

"Don't tell others casually." The man warned the mercenary, his red eyes were indifferent, "You don't want to know the price."

Daisuke Shunsaburo felt unwell, obviously he wasn't the only one who felt this way.The curse master and the mercenary cursed in a low voice after leaving the clinic.

But this can be regarded as a small quirk of special people.

They went to Yokohama the next day, and observed the man in the photo sent by the middleman in the slum called "Raibo Street"—a man with light brown long hair, always wearing haori and straw sandals, with a gentle smile Talk to kids and look out of place in that chaotic place.

The curse master and the mercenary picked up extra money here by the way, helping the human traffickers group collect "raw materials", and Daisuke Shunsaburo also joined.

Their task is to make trouble for that man. According to observation, the other party is an ordinary person with great sword skills. No one dares to cause trouble in the area where they live. It happened that they found that the other party cared about children, so they decided to take advantage of this. Lead the other party to the boat of the human trafficker group.

The other party didn't stay in Leibo Street all the time. It was said that he had work outside and needed to be taken care of, but he would definitely return to his residence at night.

Daisuke Shunzaburo and the pair of partners completed the extra work very smoothly at night, and waited patiently around the dock for the man's arrival: they let go of a few children, and those children will definitely tell him the news. will drive away.

The ease of sitting on the sidelines quickly turned to panic.

—The mercenary has gone mad.

In the thick fog, the mercenary, whose condition suddenly became worse, suddenly bit the neck of the curser who was checking his condition.

Then he forcibly tore off a piece of meat, chewed and swallowed greedily along with the blood.

People from the trafficker group saw this scene.

Fortunately, the arteries and trachea of ​​the cursed master were not bitten, so they had to tie up the mercenary tightly, lead him into the room under the cabin where he was punished for disobedient "raw materials", and chain the mercenary to the wall with shackles.

The curse masters were very angry. They didn't know why the mercenaries became like this. They were irrational, thirsty for flesh and blood, their fingers and nails were sharp, and even their individual qualities had increased several times. It seemed that there was no hope of waking up.

Shunzaburo Daisuke was afraid that he would become like this too, trying to recall what he had encountered when he acted together in the past few days, and then suddenly remembered the underground black doctor-he gave the mercenary blood for treatment.Why blood?Blood that can heal, if it is not capable of protecting oneself, it is impossible to use it directly on people in the underground world.

The curse master thought of it with him.But looking at the mercenaries, they knew that they had to finish tonight's mission first, or spend the night.

While they were discussing in low voices, there was movement outside the door.

Here comes the goal of the mission.They heard conversation.

At the same time, the mercenary broke free from the shackles, catching its prey like wild beasts, and before they could react, silently and quickly attacked the Curser, and bit his cheek viciously and mercilessly, scratching with five fingers. It seemed to be injected with poison into the neck, and the curser was almost unable to move for an instant, only his eyes expressed panic and asked him for help, and his groaning was weak.

Daisuke Shunsaburo didn't dare to move, but he had to.

He activated the spell, drew out the knife on his body and gave himself a slap in the stomach——

The spell "state transfer" can transfer one's own state to a person with a spell mark.This usually requires physical contact, which he had done two days earlier.

After a moment of pain, the irrational person's body froze, and a large amount of blood gushed out from his abdomen, mixed with the curser's blood, flowed all over the floor, and flowed out of the door.

But Daisuke Shunsaburo was horrified to find that the wound that almost pierced through the abdomen was healing on the mercenary at a speed visible to the naked eye.

— This is a monster!

Enraged, the mercenaries saw him as prey and attacked him.

The conversation outside the door quieted down.

When the door was opened from the outside, the light shone into the room with only dim candlelight. Shunzaburo Daisuke, who was unconscious, saw the mercenary's eyes clear for a moment, followed by madness and malice again.

That monster made monsters.

He who considers himself a villain is desperate.

The shadow of the mission target was thrown into the room, and the man's voice was very soft: "...it's true."

The sound of a knife being unsheathed.

The mercenary's arm was cut off. He yelled and shifted his gaze, and made an attack gesture to the person who walked into the room, but he didn't attack immediately. Instead, he showed him a ferocious expression of salivating and vigilance.

Shunsaburo Daisuke saw many pairs of terrified eyes outside the door, and the tied "raw materials" escaped from the cabin.

"Monster!" Fear swept over him, he screamed, choking on blood, "a created monster! Cough cough cough...!"

The man looked at them behind his back, his amber green eyes seemed to be shining, and he said gently, "Who did it?"

"...Doctor!" Toshizaburo Daisuke tried to get up, but his throat was bitten earlier, and he had difficulty breathing, so it was difficult to get up, "That man gave him blood! That monster!" He wanted to ask for help , "Someone wants us to move you, save me... I can do things for you!"

"I shouldn't have done anything excessive..." the man said, approaching the mercenary who was staring at him, and lowered his head to look at the cursed master who was almost dying on the ground, "This man looks very bad."

The mercenary's movements and expressions suddenly stagnated, as if he had a headache, and his expression became more ferocious. He covered his head and growled. From the roar of the beast, he uttered human language intermittently. His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper: " That person...that person...is!"

Three heads poked out from the door, looked around with different expressions, and landed on the mercenary who was half blocked by Yoshida Matsuyo.

Osamu Dazai: "Wow, it's really a monster that eats people."

Chuya Nakahara: "Is this a biohazard?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke: "Have all the enemies been defeated...cough cough cough!"

"That man... that monster—" the mercenary wailed, his figure gradually distorted, and a big lump bulged on his neck, "His name is... Ghost Mai Tsuji—ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Yoshida Shoyo leaned forward and seemed to want to stop it, but it was too late.

Under the watchful eyes of several people, the terrifying ghost hand growing from his neck mercilessly pierced into his chest, crushing that heart.

Warm blood splattered on the people in the house.

"Ahhhhhhhh——" Witnessing such a scene, Daisuke Shunsaburo's spirit completely collapsed, and he let out a sharp scream.

The three young boys by the door also widened their eyes in shock, and were dumbfounded.

——This expansion is too exaggerated!

Turning around, Yoshida Shoyang was splashed with blood, and the light blue feathers were almost half red. He looked around the now empty cabin with only himself and the three young boys, and said: "This matter It’s best not to say it, the people behind it are very dangerous.”

The man who always smiles gently looks like he just finished a massacre, but his gentle temperament makes this picture look nondescript, because of the sharp contrast, it is really hard to imagine him holding up the butcher knife—even though he has a butcher knife in his hand Now carry a bloody knife.

Chuya Nakahara and Ryunosuke Akutagawa nodded seriously.

"It's scary..." Osamu Dazai hugged himself tightly, showing a weak expression, "It can make people explode... That person named "Onimai Tsuji" is so scary. He added, "But you were actually targeted?"who is it?If you are in trouble, you'd better run for your life, Mr. Kindness. "

"I probably have to ask my boss about this." Yoshida Shoyang put his sword in its sheath and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. "The incident over there seems to have affected me."

Osamu Dazai's gaze flicked over his sword.

The costumes that suddenly appeared in the port of Mafia are not modern. The three-degree hat, the cloak and the kimono inside rarely use thermal weapons, just like assassins tamed by the rich and powerful who came out of history.

Yoshida Shoyo's dress is also very old-fashioned, and he also uses a sword. Although there are warriors who wear it like this nowadays... but two of them suddenly appeared, which is really a bit noticeable.

"Eh? Work?" he said, "Is it the instructor of the kendo?"

"Hurry up and get out." Yoshida Matsuyo didn't answer, but said with a smile, "The smell here is very bad, and you can satisfy your curiosity outside, okay?"

"……"what.Osamu Dazai blinked. Although Mr. Mori would also use this attitude, this person gave him a different feeling...

Sure enough, Mr. Mori is too cunning.Because of Xu's arrival, he had to compromise to observe - he got bored and was tied here.

Terrible adults!

This one looks great!