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Inside the glass window, several pastry chefs arrived one after another. Qiye was usually the first to arrive, but she was nowhere to be seen today.Shi Er waited outside the apartment all night, but didn't see her, so he came to the store early, but there was still no one.

what happened?

Shi Er crossed the road, knocked on the glass window with extreme restraint, and tilted his head to signal the people inside to come out.A pastry chef standing outside saw Shier, pointed at himself, and walked out.

"Where are the fireworks?"

"Excusemoi, jenesaispas (sorry, I don't understand)..." The young man seemed to be drooling in his mouth: "L'angalise (English)? English?"

"Where is Hanabi?"

"...Hanabi...Ohlala, you'rethemembeofShichiya'sfamily, youare.DouknowwhereessheWecouldn'tgeintouchwither!"

The young man's English was stuttering, and the words were connected together and stuck in his ears, but he could finally understand the key content - he couldn't get in touch with Qiye.

Shi Er was silent for a moment, then left and dialed Kong Shiyu's phone number.

Kong Shiyu picked up the mobile phone next to the bed and sat up from the bed. Before he could speak, the voice of the conjurer and killer came over. It was very cold, which meant a rare critical situation.

"Jun Fujiwara, I remember this name, look up his address and contact information in Tokyo, 3 minutes."

Kong Shiyu: "..."

He didn't ask the reason, but all he thought was "the Chanyuan is crazy".But he still did it, all as a debt that he wanted to experience as a male mother, but failed to be a good one.

Shi Er went through the window and entered the room, Tian and Fu raised his five senses.Not long ago, maybe a few minutes ago, Qiye was still in this room, but what is left now is only a strong smell of blood, which made his heart sink.

The backpack was left at the door, a necklace fell out in the bathroom, Shi Er picked it up, and the broken yellow beads lay quietly in his palm.It was on the bracelet given by the little ghost of the Wutiao family, he remembered.The little ghost told Qiye in a light tone that wearing it could ward off evil spirits, but a knowledgeable person could tell at a glance that this thing could dispel all evil spirits, and even had the effect of resisting curse spirits to a certain extent.

At that time, he still lamented that Wutiao took out the priceless things casually, but now that he thinks about it, everything has a cause and effect.The kid's six eyes must have seen something he couldn't see.

Shi Er jumped out of the window from the second floor, chasing after the residual bloody smell.

Today is a dark day with no sunshine at all.At the entrance of a convenience store, the smell of blood is stronger than other places.There were a few bad guys sitting at the door, Shier walked over, bent over and pulled up the collar of the one in the middle, and pulled him up.

"Did you see a woman with long black hair just now?"

"—You bastard——" A few villains next to you swarmed up.

Shi Er pressed the leader to the ground at once, stuck his hand on the neck, and increased his strength with his fingers to touch the artery: "If you want to live, just speak."

"——" You were shaking like a sieve, swallowing saliva: "Just, just now... there was indeed a strange person who asked how to get to the Central Hotel—and he was carrying a black, black hair—"

"strangeness?"

"The hair is very long, the umbrella, and the umbrella--"

The Central Hotel is located in the bustling area of ​​the port area, not far from the convenience store. If you get lost, you are either a road idiot or a trap.

Shi Er entered the hotel as if no one was there, and walked upstairs quietly.Following the smell, he stood on the corridor with the heaviest smell, opened his mouth, and spat out the arsenal.He took out the gun, broke the lock twice, pushed the door and walked in.

In the dark room, the curtains were closed tightly, exuding a very light rancid smell that ordinary people could not smell, but it was enough to make Shi Er frown.

He walked further inside and kicked open the door.

In the darkness, the smell of rust lingered at the tip of his nose, his nerves tensed suddenly, a shadow flashed by, and Shi'er stabbed to the side with a short dagger in his hand.

The sharp teeth and the low growl in the throat immediately came, about to touch him, not human.

Shi Er raised his foot, and the figure sank heavily into the wall, and then climbed up the wall to run towards the door at an extremely fast speed.A few bullets blocked the way, and the figure had no choice but to turn around and run to the window again.

Seizing the moment when it jumped off the wall, Shi Er stepped in to block the way, and immediately swung the long sword in his hand.The screams and roars echoed in the hotel room, extremely horrific.With one last blow, the sword parted flesh and sank deep into the carpet.

After confirming that the breath had disappeared, Shi Er walked to the window, opened the curtains, and couldn't help squinting his eyes after turning around.

——A scene of misery all around.How many people died?Can't count at all.

On the floor, the figure was in several large pieces, stabbed through the chest, with its mouth open, protruding eyeballs turned white, and teeth as sharp as knives.

Curse spirit?No, something more special, but already dead and needing no further glance.

On the bed in the bedroom, I lay there for seven nights.

She was wearing the same long windbreaker as yesterday, and it looked like she was attacked when she was just about to go out, and her heartbeat was normal.After checking, Shier breathed a sigh of relief, took out the necklace from his pocket, carefully wrapped it around her hands, picked her up from the bed, and strode out.

She was curled up in his arms, unchanged from before, except that there were some dark circles under her eyes, and her eyelids were swollen. Did he make her cry?Yesterday she walked by him, deliberately turned her head away, but tears fell at his feet.

Shier heard his own heartbeat then, just as he did now.He knew that in his heart, he still didn't want to let go, he didn't want to let go, he wouldn't let go.

"It's really strange," Gojo Satoru pushed his sunglasses, took off his shoes, and walked into the room, "You actually contacted me."

Shi Er stood at the door of the room with his hands down: "Long time no see, your annoying appearance still hasn't changed."

"It's the same with you. No, I'm taller than you." Gojo Satoru raised his hand and made a comparison: "So, how is Little Hanabi?"

Shi Er raised his eyebrows impatiently, raised his hand and threw it, Gojo Satoru took it, opened his hand, and the arrow-shaped hair ornament lay on the palm of his hand.

"Ah, I told her not to take it off." Gojo Satoru shrugged. Seeing that Shier's body was still stained with blue juice, he showed a disgusted expression: "What is that?"

"Something like a mixture of curse spirits and humans." Shier walked into the room: "What did you see? What's wrong with her body?"

"Who knows~" Gojo Satoru followed and walked inside: "Let's take a look now."

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The author has something to say:

A certain character that appears in this chapter will link up with the book of Wujo, although the book of Wujo is still in the brain stage hahahaha...

It has been updated daily for three consecutive days, and I have worked hard.