Curse Shirou

Under the dim street lamps, the cold wind blows the streets, turning the fog into frost, and the city night in winter reveals a bleak side.

"Where are the other memories of this guy must be determined."

Matou Shinji hesitated and pointed out two directions:

"There has been a change in Weiyuanchuan. If you go there to find the truth, you will definitely gain something, but the danger is also great. Another place, Fuyuki Church, if the priest really did something, all the secrets will be hidden there. I and Sakura was stuffed back into her childhood body, and now all magic can't be used normally, so it's up to you to decide, which side to go first?"

Zenyuan Shier paused for a moment, and the scene of Shirou being taken away flashed through his mind, so he said:

"Go to the church first, and if you can't find any clues, go investigate near the bridge."

"Okay, then I'll go with you. If there's nothing in the church, I'll take Sakura to Mount Enzang. Fuyuki Church is considered the priest's lair, and he probably wouldn't have guessed it. We'll go straight there."

After confirming the direction, the four of them quickened their pace, Zenyuan Shier was a little impatient, so he grabbed one and hugged the other, with Xiao Shilang lying on his back.

Coupled with the scar on his mouth, people who don't know may see it and think that they have encountered an arrogant kidnapper.

"Is it right in front?"

On the dark mid-mountain, the location of the Fuyuki Church is very quiet. Shi Er climbed up the stone path of the Zen Garden and saw a European-style church that occupies a large area.

"It's here."

Matou Shinji stared at the closed door, for some reason, his heart suddenly started beating wildly.

"Wait a minute, I have a bad feeling..."

However, Zenyuan Shier had already jumped over the fence and fell directly into the flower garden of the church.

He squatted vigilantly, waiting for a possible sudden attack.

And yet—nothing happened.

The church's enchantment did not activate, nor did any imaginable danger appear. There was only the sigh of the cold wind blowing the cypress branches in the air.

Zenyuan Shier walked towards the church step by step, pushed open the solemn high arch, and a breath of blood dissipated in an instant.

"Who is there?"

Without going directly into the hall, Zenyuan Shier pinned his left foot to the gate and looked towards the worship hall under the bright moonlight.

There was no abnormal sound in the room full of bloody smell.

As expected, no one answered him.

At this moment, if there is really someone inside, there is probably only one possibility, and that is to become a corpse.

Zenyuan Shier leaned against the wall and paced to one side.

Bypassing the rows of chairs in the hall, he gradually approached the front podium.

Appearing from behind the chair was someone's gray hair.

It was only later that I saw the clergy uniform, and the one who fell on the ground seemed to be an elderly priest.

Zenyuan Shier leaned over and squatted down, looking at the blood-clotted skirt, which had obvious bullet holes.

"The caliber of the bullet should have been attacked by someone I know, otherwise it wouldn't have fallen down in this posture."

He turned his head to look at Xiao Shirou, and found that the boy was staring blankly at the pool of blood, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes.

The soft eyelashes trembled slightly in the palm, and after a while, it seemed that warm water droplets fell.

Zenyuan Shier felt a resonance of sadness and sourness, such a weak feeling, even in his most repressed childhood, he had never appeared before.

Maybe only a guy with a soft heart and a kind heart can shed tears so bitter?

He rubbed the boy's hair silently, letting him cry on his shoulder.

The puppet-like strange state seemed to be shattered by these tears.

Xiao Shirou hugged the tall man, weeping without daring to make a sound.

Seeming to finally remember what happened, the boy sobbed little by little and said:

"I... heard... gunshots in the room, and when I came out and saw the priest and grandpa, it was already... already..."

"So, you escaped to ask for help? Who do you want to go to? Why did you go so far, to the bridge?"

Matou Shinji hurriedly asked.

If a child wanted to call the police or call an ambulance, he could just stop an adult by the side of the road, but Shirou ran to the Fuyuki Bridge a few kilometers away.

"No! The time is wrong. This person died not long ago. I'm afraid he was killed as soon as we went up the mountain. Shirou has been with me all this time, how could he have seen the corpse long ago..."

Before the Chanyuan Shier finished speaking, at this moment——

squeak.

Several people in the auditorium fell silent for a moment.

Zenyuan Shi Er listened attentively. In the corridor leading to the confession room, it seemed that someone pushed a door from a distance.

Then there was a sound of light footsteps, and they began to approach the hall at an extremely fast speed!

He could tell that the footsteps were very light, but it wasn't because the person who came was very careful, but because the person was very light and small——

Is it a child?

Are there other children in the church?

boom!

The footsteps stopped, and the iron door leading to the corridor was hit.

Everyone took a step back in unison, because on the iron door locked by the latch, a huge irregular dent was knocked out!

What kind of monster came over?

Just as they were wondering, a crisp voice came from the other side of the door:

"Father, are you there? What happened just now?"

"I think I heard a gunshot, are you okay?"

The voice was exactly the same as Xiao Shilang's, Shier's face showed shock, but the boy in his arms hugged him tightly, trembling with fear all over his body.

"anyone there?"

There was no answer, and the thing began to touch the iron door, with a series of sharp scratching sounds, like a pair of fingers made of steel, scratching up and down behind the door.

Sakura hid behind her brother in fear, Shinji gritted his teeth and led her back.

Their magic levels have all returned to childhood, and the power of the Holy Grail is blocked in their bodies and cannot be borrowed. If a battle occurs later, he and Sakura have to retreat first, so as not to hold back Zenyuan Shier.

The impact on the other side of the iron gate became more and more violent, and with the child's nonchalant inquiries, the atmosphere in the hall was extremely terrifying——

Boom! !

After another burst of toothache pulling, the iron rod of the bolt was directly bent into a V shape, and the last line of defense leading to the confession room and the sealed item chamber was finally opened suddenly.

The iron door is completely convex and deformed, and a face sticks out from the narrow gap between the two:

This face looked around, except for a spider-shaped sarcoma on the forehead, densely covered with compound eyes of insects, staring at another Shirou in Shier's arms for a moment——

The 'face' of this monster is almost exactly the same as that of the young Shirou.

Found four people, 'he' looked a little puzzled, asked:

"Who are you? When did you come in? Why didn't you make any noise just now?"

Looking at that innocent baby face, Chanyuan Shier opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer.

The eyes on the sarcoma stared at them viciously, but this 'Shirou' didn't seem to notice anything, and said to himself:

"Oh, I see, you are also here to take refuge, right? The Holy Grail or something war, it's really troublesome. By the way, have you seen Father Priest? It's a man in black, who seems to be called Kotomine Risei? , Well, it is said that it is the supervisor here..."

Facing the pure gaze of 'Shilang', Zenyuan Shier suddenly realized that he had no other choice.

In his feeling, this monster is undoubtedly Shirou.

But, how did this happen?

Deep in the heart of the other party, why did the past self look like this?

Zenyuan Shier hugged Xiao Shilang in his arms, preventing him from showing his face, then pointed to the pulpit.

'Shirou' looked towards the front of the hall, and the smell of rust in the air seemed to make him realize something.

The pupils dilated slowly, 'Shirou' began to twitch his body, the flesh behind the door surged, and the bright red limbs grew from under the neck, frantically trying to squeeze out from the iron door.

Countless tentacles ripped apart the steel, and the blood-pink slime corroded and rolled it up.

Connected to the back of the human head is a huge flesh and blood of inestimable length that fills the space.

On one side of each tentacle, there are thin and black manes.

On the blood-congested mucus-like skin, there are also sucker-like protrusions unique to marine life.

Scarlet eyeballs are emerging from the torso when the tentacles move.

Some of these familiar pupils are staring straight at the Zenyuan Shier, some are looking at the top of Shirou's head, and some are staring at nothingness in the sky.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

Little Shirou suddenly screamed. The moment the monster 'Shirou' saw the old priest's body, the monastery couldn't even suppress the boy, and the young Shirou struggled like crazy——

On the delicate skin of the arms and neck, red and scorched marks like a branding iron suddenly appeared:

He came into people's sight;

Just like mountains walking in the sky;

have human silhouettes;

but not human

……

Lord of old;

Already back!