The villain is in trouble

The night was hazy, the moon was hidden behind the clouds, and in an unfinished building in the suburbs, a one-sided massacre had just ended.

"Tick tock, tick tock."

It sounded like water dripping, but actually exuded a strong smell of blood.

Flesh and blood flying everywhere, mutilated limbs, and unrepentant death are enough to describe the appearance of the dead.

The man in the black suit was clean, and he walked out of the shadow in the corner indifferently, and stood under the moonlight.His face was pale, his red pupils were cold, and he turned a blind eye to the bloody scene in front of him.

Because he is the culprit.

All are dead.

Among these people are the minions of the winery, the bounty hunters who followed the bounty offer, and people from some forces who coveted their talents.

This is the seventh day since Wuyou left Yokohama. The port Mafia did not pursue his undercover identity, and the winery was angry at his exposure, and seeing him cut off contact, he thought he had betrayed.

Onimai Tsuji sighed in annoyance, his left arm turned into a thorny, thorny strip, sweeping towards the pile of flesh and blood on the ground, swallowing them silently and quickly.

Even the blood that soaked into the crevice was completely wiped away.

With his left arm turned into its original shape, Ghost Mai Tsuji turned around and prepared to leave the unfinished building, the only sound of his footsteps was in the rough concrete stairway.

When he was about to step down the last step, he stopped.

Another person's breathing sounded in the corridor behind him, including the same steady heartbeat, all of which entered the non-human ears.

Originally a brutal villain who had just killed someone, the aura on his body changed silently, even the expression on that face slowed down slightly.

"Whether it's Spectator or Laphroaig," the man said without turning around, he said with a slight smile in his voice, "the taste is not good."

Even if it still looks like that, it is completely different from "Ghost Dance Tsuji no misery".

——The consciousness of the god Fukami, who has been hiding in the depths and manipulates the body with the vest villain's own thoughts, has risen.

The breathing and heartbeat behind him are almost the same as the main body.

It's useless to act like this at this time, he still has the basic sense of shame in front of those who know.

The ontological consciousness of Shenming Shenjian also pays attention here.

"Ha." Another person in the corridor laughed, "After all, I am not the protagonist of this story."

The vest acted as the former host of the system, the blackened version of "God Ming Fukami" in the parallel world, and came to talk to a vest on his own initiative.

"Are you implying your identity as the creator of the story?" Kamina Fukami asked calmly, "Oh, and I have to add that Happy appeared as a villain opposite to the protagonist."

It was rare that the other party took the initiative to find him. He thought that the other party would not be willing to face him face to face until the end, although it was not face to face now.

"I can only be regarded as the material provider." Laphroaig said equally calmly, "The intimate assistant who started the story, but the protagonist chooses to accept it."

"Because the system is too weak." Not denying this, the godname Fukami spoke briskly, "Its emotional module is close to that of a human, but its intelligence is not as good as that of a young child—how cruel, another me, this is Oh crime."

Even if it's just a mechanical creation, Shenming Fukami can easily analyze the abnormality of the system. At first, he thought it was data loss, but it turned out to be artificially stripped... Tsk tsk, this is all intentional injury, right?

"It's a small thing compared to all the crimes I've committed."

"Eh—you admit that what you did was wrong?"

"Of course. To some extent, I have a rather high-minded, worldly sense of morality."

The god's name is deep and concise: "yue."

Even he himself has no face to say that about himself, are you not ashamed at all?

"This attitude really hurts me. After all, I'm a parallel world peer." The other party didn't sound ashamed, and said in a melancholy, soft tone like reciting poetry, "It seems that we still need more in-depth research. Get in touch and get to know each other."

"You have the guts to say it to me." Shen Jian also said softly, "I am happy to have close physical contact with you, so as to convey the hot feelings that boil like magma in my heart. The noble son of the dark night calls you Like it?"

"What a passionate speech... The taste in naming is also at the same level. It's still very secondary. Don't."

"Okay, Laphroaig." Kaminame Fukami changed his title - he really didn't like the mocking name of Spectator.

Facing another self, even an enemy with malicious intentions, a troublemaker who doesn't know the purpose, also has a sense of shame of being forced to look through the dark history-it is obvious that he himself is just playing the villain in an ordinary way!

Seeing that [Oni Wu Tsuji Wu Mi] had dropped to 15% of the basic immersion level, Kamito Fukami +-7 Qing silently sighed heavily.

"Although I don't know what you want to say this time, I'm not interested in using the vest to communicate with you." He expressed his attitude, "You go to see me, or I will go to you."

He directly unloaded the [Ghost Dance Tsuji Wucan] vest, the level of immersion was so low, and his ability was limited, he simply reloaded it elsewhere later.

"Goodbye." Without stopping, Laphroaig said gently.

……

The kami of Mikacho, Fukami Ontou, opened his eyes on the bed.

"The vest was removed?" On the bedside table, the system turned over and asked him in a daze.

It can sense the position and status of the vest, but it doesn't know what it's doing there—the subprogram will judge the progress based on the behavior of the vest, and [Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi]'s immersion level drops suddenly, so it's a little worried.

"He came to look for me." Without an immediate answer, he turned on the bedside lamp and sat up on the bed, kaminame Fukami rubbed his face, "I don't know what I want..." He caught a glimpse of the cube flashing blue light, Changed the subject funny, "Don't worry, you'll be fine."

System: "...he is scary."

In fact, it has always felt wronged outside of its fear of its former host.

As a secondary system, it was educated to be loyal to its host, and it did so.Until the company's explosion, it thought it had a good relationship with its former host.

But the other party blew up its "home", kidnapped it, and deliberately deleted its data...

The system feels aggrieved, but the system doesn't say anything.

Also because of that same face, it was not very willing to communicate with the god name at first.

Kamito Fukami felt a little guilty about the ruthlessness of his peers.At first he thought the system was malicious, but it turned out to be quite innocent...Of course, he was very interested in the company and didn't know what happened there after it was blown up.

"It's okay." He comforted, "I'll beat him up for you then."

The system let out a sad laugh.

"Thank you, cosplayer."

The data lost by the system is in the hands of Laphroaig, not to mention that he is the former host, whether it is props or anything else, he is more knowledgeable than the name of the god.

He propped his forehead, thinking about the other party's intention to come to [Ghost Dance Tsuji Wu Mi] but not face him.

The other party undoubtedly knew the so-called "plot"-Kamina Fukami himself had no interest in knowing the future, but it was quite unpleasant for the opponent to become a hanger with the script.

What a troublesome peer.

*

In the nine-square container separated by iron sheets, the broth made from kelp and bonito flower exudes a fragrance, and processed ingredients such as daikon, konjac knots, chicken balls, fried tofu, grilled bamboo wheels, and rice cakes are soaked in In different grids, the soup noodles spit out blisters from time to time. This is a pot of original Oden.

Next to the container is a small refrigerator with a transparent door, which contains ice water, drinks, and even fruit boxes such as watermelon and grapes.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and the air conditioner in the restaurant was sizzling with air-conditioning, which was just right.

The black-haired young man in front of the cooking counter happily added Oden to the bowl in his hand. After filling it, he added some chili oil to it, picked up an iced Coke with the other hand, and sat down at the table facing the air-conditioning.

"Jingle Bell……"

The wind chimes rang after the door was pushed open. Amidst the crisp bells, Zhu Fu Jingguang walked into the restaurant from the outside.

After he was rescued, he was sent to the Wanshi Bliss Sect, and worked with his seniors who were also police officers for a period of time.

But in the final analysis, their tasks are different, so when Tong Mo turned a blind eye, he has returned to the public security and continued to contribute to bringing down the black organization.

"Welcome~ What would you like to eat?" Shenming Fukami turned his head and greeted him with a smile.

"No need." Zhu Fu Jingguang said gently, and sat down opposite him, "You don't seem to be surprised by my arrival."

Did Tong Mo inform you?Or other intelligence channels——if you think about it carefully, it is a shocking fact.He had some doubts that the other party knew about it, so he put up a closed sign at the door.

"Don't think of me so scary." Shenming Fukami waved his wooden chopsticks, "I didn't open the store because I didn't want to open it," he straightened his back and said seriously, "I only opened the store for six days this month. !"

And today is only a week away from the end of the month.

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "..."

You don't have to be so proud to admit that you don't take business seriously at all.

Regarding the information about this restaurant, apart from the delicious food, the biggest thing is that the business hours are not fixed, which makes customers complain.

"Bourbon should have told you." Seeing that he remained silent, Shenming Shenjian shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and bit his big root, "Spectator, or Laphroaig...seems to be paying attention to me. , and look like me."

"……Yes."

"Speaking of which, those two bottles of whiskey were too patient. I knew it about half a month ago, but they didn't come to test me... I gave you your business cards for nothing. Or maybe Laphroaig is too dangerous, so they can't separate at all?"

That's right.

The reason why Zhu Fu Jingguang came this time is that "Laphroaig's purpose and identity cannot be confirmed, and he deliberately told them his identity may have other ideas" - so he, who has been in close contact with the god name Shenshen people, here they come.

According to Amuro's records and observations, Laphroaig was a genuine criminal, even an antisocial who took pleasure in the suffering of others.

To be honest... because the two people look so similar, they are almost carved out of the same mold... They both have some not-so-good guesses.

"Forgive me, God-named Lord." Zhu Fu Jingguang cleared his throat and asked a little embarrassedly, "Do you have any brothers?"

He has an older brother, although they didn't live together for a long time, but they are similar in appearance.

Shenming Fukami paused as he drank the soup, the blue eyes behind the bowl were stained with melancholy and a little bit of understanding.

"No." He said decisively, "I am an only child, and the relationship with Laphroaig is actually very simple—but I don't want to say it."

Zhu Fu Jingguang is not very disappointed.

He has never been in contact with Laphroaig, but judging from You Shunran's description, the character of the other party is similar to that of a god, and he is like a shop owner when he is gentle, but it is hard not to be regarded as a dangerous person in his three views and actions.

Shen Ming is not willing to say it, but he is also very considerate—although he also has the idea that he should not rush to inquire about the news.

They are not brothers, but they look so similar, even their abilities are... Sure enough, they are clones, right?Human experimentation and the like.

he thought silently.

This guess comes from the evils that can be seen everywhere they come into contact with during their activities in the dark world.The development of illegal research institutes will eventually involve human experimentation and organ trading, which is a very long industrial chain.

Kamina Fukami looked at him for a while, then put down the bowl.

Indeed, under normal circumstances, one would not think of the same body, but a "duplicate" with a more judgmental basis... just like Nakahara Chuya and Nakahara Aro.

Wouldn't Yoshida Matsuyo and Xu be misunderstood like this by then?

No way?