I must make the thief who stole my abilities look good! [Comprehensive]

The delicate kiss went up all the way, and I don't know when it started to gradually lose its original meaning from simple comfort.

Kuroro left a light red mark on the side of Blanche's neck, but when he was about to kiss the girl's lips, Blanche tilted his head and pushed the phone in front of him.

"If, as you said, there is a person on the island whose telekinetic ability can disable other people's telekinetic ability, assuming this person is Nazuka Kazuki, then...maybe he is still alive."

Kuroro suddenly felt relieved, even though Blanche's feelings towards Kazuki Nazuka were fear and hatred, but she could occupy her mind more than anyone else, how could she not be jealous?

He let go of her and asked, "how did you escape at that time?"

Blanche: "During his captivity, I developed a third ability. Later, my thoughts went berserk, and everyone around me died."

She spoke very flatly, as if it was an essay for a boring elementary school student who dared to write up No. 30 in February in order to cope with the teacher, as if escaping was not difficult.

But Chrollo has seen Blanche's Nian go berserk. At that time in the treasury of the Royal Palace in Rorinia, she was chased by Nianyu who was entangled in the vines of the labyrinth and swimming in the secret room. When her life was attacked, she could only The ability to activate within a few meters at a short distance suddenly expanded to 100 meters.

He asked: "Around? How many meters is the radius?"

If it is a distance of about a few hundred meters, it is not surprising that Nazuka Kazuki escaped.

Blanche thought about it, first wrote a number and then deleted it, and finally settled on a relatively conservative number.

"Two kilometers."

In fact, she is not sure about this number, but when he escaped from Nazuka Kazuki, his mansion and backyard covered an area of ​​about four square kilometers, and there was no living thing in the mansion, so she estimated that at that time The idea of ​​​​running away is about two kilometers in radius.

Blanche continued to type, "If Nazuka Kazuki is still alive, it can only explain that the ability he possesses can make my ability not work against him, and he has done something to make my arbitrary door open. not available."

"It's not that the ability to invalidate other people's thoughts doesn't exist, it's just that the ability is limited." As he said that, Kuroro realized the thief's ultimate intention and used a simple ability—— A thought bomb was sent out, which just penetrated the wall.Kuroro closed the book again, "My ability can still be used, and I guess Miss Biskey is the same. Among the three of us, only your ability to read can't be used. Biskey and I should have never met famous people. Tsuka Kazuki, that should represent the limitation of Nazuka Kazuki's ability, which was once met by you."

"Why have you used your ability well in the past two years, but now you can't use it without warning? I guess one of them is the distance." Kurolo looked at her, "It is very likely that he is on the island , and just landed on the island."

"Once this kind of ability is entangled, it's very tricky to deal with." Chrollo put his hand on Blanche's face, a bit like using the pulse rate to detect lies, making her unable to turn her head. I can only look directly at him, "Do you want to find him?"

The island is only this big, and it has only been a few hours since Blanche returned at noon, so his tracks should not be hidden so quickly.

Blanche seemed to hear the sound of her heart speeding up and her blood rushing.

She knows what the bandit leader does. Rather than looking for a rare nemesis master who doesn't know where to find it all over the world, it's better to find the capable person himself, arrest him, control him, and order him to release his ability—since he knew about it in advance. Xi's ability, it's not so difficult to be on guard again.

Blanche, however, was flustered.Nazuka Kazuki is so close... This also means that the person who once gave her infinite fear is also near her.

Blanche gritted her teeth.

The room door knocked at this moment.

"Come in," Kurolo said.

Biskey came in quietly, with a serious expression, but after seeing the slightly messy clothes of the two and the faint marks on Blanche's neck, she couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing. Unable to hold back, he asked knowingly, "Did I bother you?"

A burglar chief who pretended to be serious just smiled, neither affirming nor denying.

Instead, Blanche nodded, only understanding the literal meaning, "Yes, we are talking about a psychic who is difficult to deal with."

Bisji stared at her and motioned for her to continue, she thinks this kind of deceitful and good-looking girl is definitely her favorite, just like a shining gem waiting to be polished.

However, Kurolo stopped Blanche from continuing to lose our chips. He asked, "Did Miss Biskey find out something?"

Biskey said: "According to the custom of cannibalism in fairy tale towns, although there is no definite evidence to prove that the villagers ate Jacqueline's internal organs, the sacrificial ceremony has indeed been held."

"?" Blanche didn't understand, maybe it happened on the night she left.

Bisji: "On the day we landed on the island. Before we crossed the coconut grove in the morning, the town held a sacrificial ceremony, as if we knew in advance that we would stray into a fairy tale town in the afternoon."

Regarding this point, Kuroro smiled and already had an answer.

He took a photo from his pocket and tossed it to Biskey.

"I found it at the mayor's house. Although it was hidden very well, it was because it was hidden that it attracted people's attention."

When Bi Siji saw it, it was a family portrait. The color was old and a bit faded. It was obviously placed in the photo frame and exposed to the sun for a long time.

Above is Professor White's family, wearing costumes in the style of a fairy tale town. The background is in front of the fireplace of the mayor's house. The family is harmonious, but there is no "mayor" Charlie Weissman in the group photo.

Kurolo said: "There are not many personal belongings in the mayor's room, but I found traces of Charlie's life in a locked room next to the stairs on the first floor."

The room next to the stairs is usually used by servants.

According to what Kuroro found, the real mayor should be Chris White—in order to guide the drifters into the town, they deliberately pretended to be one of the drifters!

Biskey put the photo down, "It's such an unpleasant town, I won't stay another minute after finding the gem."

Kuroro: "I also have something I want to find, but it's not the gem that Miss Biskey is looking for. I've searched for several suspicious places since yesterday, but I can't find it. The rest is always someone on guard. church."

However, in their eyes, the guarded position does not mean "no entry", but means "this place must not be missed".

Biskey: "Then go and see tonight."

The remaining drifters and pseudo-drifters finished their dinner in silence and went back to their rooms with their own thoughts.

When the bedtime lights were turned off one by one, Blanche and the three quietly rushed out of the room.

The physical skills of the three of them are far beyond the passing line. Kurolo and Biski have figured out the way in the day and a half since they came to the town. Blanche has self-knowledge. After twisting left and right in the alley, the three of them successfully arrived at the church.

Eternal candles are lit in the main hall of the church, and there are guard handles at the door, which take turns every four hours at night.

However, the speed of the three of them has exceeded the speed that the guards' eyes can catch up with. The guards only felt a gust of cold wind blowing by, touched the cold back of their necks, and continued to stand guard without noticing anything wrong.

There are only candles in the hall, a statue of Jesus nailed to the cross, and rows and rows of chairs painted red.

They walked through the main hall, walked in through the side door, walked around the corridor, and came to an attached house.

Different from the magnificent church, this house looks eerie. Ivy crawls all over the stone wall, and you can vaguely see the face of a ghost carved on it, with blue-faced fangs and a big mouth. The words are like some kind of oracle or some kind of curse.

The door was not completely closed, and light came through from inside, and footsteps and slight voices could be heard faintly, but overall it was quiet and private.

Blanche couldn't help but leaned over to look, and saw that the entire row of chairs was full of townspeople. They stepped forward one by one, and walked up to the man in the priest's attire. The man was holding a long silver long The knife is cutting off part of the internal organs from a corpse and putting it on the plate of the villagers.

He read softly: "Safe and healthy, our God will bless you."

Blanche looked from another angle and saw the face of the corpse—David Rich.

She was concentrating on watching, and suddenly felt the two people beside her jump away suddenly. Even though she didn't feel the murderous aura, she quickly turned around and put on a defensive posture.

From the shadow of the corridor they had just passed through, a man in white slowly walked out.The blond hair is draped softly on the shoulders, and the color of the eyes is also light gold, hidden behind the rimless glasses.There is no wrinkle in the tunic suit with a white stand-up collar, and the buttons on the neckline are not buttoned. The man's temperament is gentle but not friendly, as if separated by an absolute boundary - friendly is only gentle, and class cannot be crossed.

The man stretched out his hand to Blanche and said, "I kind of miss the traditional festivals in my hometown. I came back to have a look. I didn't expect this surprise to be waiting for me. My lost lamb, you came back to find me. Today is What a beautiful day, I really want to thank God for the sudden inspiration."

Blanche, who was supposed to be on the verge of battle, her pupils constricted violently, and she trembled uncontrollably again.

Then the silver head was buried, and Blanche knelt down on her knees slowly, slowly, revealing her slender neck, like a domesticated horse, waiting for the owner to put on the shackle collar.