The Strongest Deduction of the Comprehensive Comics

On the grounds of looking for excitement, he deceived a woman into the backyard of a shrine, and by the way, deceived a guy who claimed that her son was looking for excitement together.

Murderer Yu Yu Ryunosuke couldn't understand the way of thinking of this 'mother and son', so he wanted to play with him~ Mom? What is the logic? Forget it, who cares, he just wants to kill.

After bloodletting and drying the internal organs of the two, he drew a strange and inexplicable 'summoning array' in the backyard of the shrine.

In places like shrines, sacrificing rituals to summon evil gods is very cool to think about!!!

Standing in the center of the summoning array, Yusheng Ryunosuke said solemnly. "The fighters who are approaching the army are all marching forward, as hurried as the law!!!!"

The summoning formation with internal organs on the floor did not respond at all.

"Sure enough, I should use the summoning password of the country on the other side of the island." Yuyu Ryunosuke shrugged, and his pupils shrank slightly when he was about to eliminate the crime scene.

A middle-aged man wearing a dark purple suit and black-rimmed glasses walked over from the front yard of the shrine.

The person who came was like a British gentleman, but also seemed to be a social elite minute, exuding wisdom and majesty.

That long-established atmosphere is countless times stronger than the president of a large company that Yuyu Ryunosuke had killed before.

"I was seen." Ryunosuke scratched his head in distress, and reached out to the knife hanging from his belt.

"I advise you, don't try to use force against me." A magnetic voice rang softly in Ryunosuke's ear.

Ryunosuke licked his dry lips and lips, and there was a strong excitement in his eyes. The previous middle-aged man, in front of him, stepped over a dozen meters and stood by his ear.

The other party is not a normal person. Ryunosuke clearly understood this.

A brand-new unknown field, doesn't it represent a brand-new way of killing? Murderer Yuyu Ryunosuke is excited about his surprising discovery.

"Well, it's an interesting summoning method, but it seems that it can't be activated because it lacks a source of magic power."

The middle-aged man looked at the summoning formation on the ground with interest, and did not mind the essence of the internal organs of the summoning formation.

With a wave of his hand, the magic power was poured into the summoning formation, and after a faint fluorescence appeared, the summoning formation suddenly disappeared.

"Oh, I thought there would be an interesting reaction, but it turned out to be a failure? ... That's right, it was drawn by a layman after all." The middle-aged man chuckled and shook his head.

"Hey, uncle, who are you?" Long Zhisuke grinned and said excitedly.

"My name, yes, it's necessary to report it. My name is Valerie Fernando Van Diel Hutham. If it's abbreviated, just call me Van Feim."

Fanfeim smiled at Ryunosuke.

"By the way, I am a king of dead disciples with many subordinates. Although I am being chased by the enemy and my subordinates are not around, I can't prove anything."

"King of the Dead Apostles?!! Super cool!!! Hey, Uncle, can I also become the King of the Dead Apostles?" Ryuzhisuke said with excitement.

"Huh? You mean, you want to be a Dead Apostle?" Van Feim looked at Ryunosuke with interest.

As one of the oldest dead disciples, the fourteenth ancestor of the twenty-seventh ancestor, it is not that he has never seen someone who took the initiative to become a dead disciple, but it is rare in the world to have such an excited face like Ryunosuke.

"Hey, can I?" Ryunosuke laughed and pointed to his face.

"Well, yes, yes. It just so happens that my forces are being hunted down by the enemy. It is estimated that there will be no one available in the next few years. It's not bad to have one more of you."

Fan Feim narrowed his eyes slightly. The strange behavior of the young man in front of him seemed very interesting to him. Who was this kind of person he saw last time? Oh, it seems to be the artist Leonardo da Vinci.

"In that case, turn me into a dead disciple!!!" Hearing this, the smile on Ryunosuke's face became more and more happier.

"Okay, then let's find a cemetery now."

"Hey, why are you looking for a cemetery?"

"After the transformation of the dead, you need to eat the corpse. This process will take about a year or two. Although it can be advanced, I don't want to pay the blood when I'm not sure about your qualifications."

"Hey, that's it, forget it, anyway, there is no new way to kill recently, so I'll sleep for a year or two."

Ryunosuke and Fanfim drifted away from the conversation.

At this moment, the summoning formation on the ground in the backyard of the shrine glowed slightly.

Deep in the Pacific Ocean, at the bottom of the dark ocean, a huge dark shadow suddenly opened its blood-red eyes.

Chapter 439 Time passes quietly

At the end of February in 1995, in this winter time that had just left, white snowflakes floated again in Guanbuzi City.

In the two ceremony bedrooms, Yu sat cross-legged on the tatami, facing the window, looking out at the dense bamboo forest covered with snow, drinking warm green tea.

Nearly two years have passed since Yu taught both rituals and Asakami Fujino at the same time. Although Yu's teaching level is so-so, the talent of the two female disciples is not high enough.

In two years, most of the knowledge Yu knew that was suitable for teaching the two had been emptied, and soon, he had completely lost the beautiful daily life of blatantly wiping oil on the grounds of teaching.

"Om—!"

Just when Yu felt that the good days were gone forever, a humming sound came from the bamboo forest outside the window.

With the buzzing sound, a large piece of the bamboo forest in front of him suddenly disappeared, as if it was bitten by an invisible giant beast.

"Ccrunch! Crunch!"

Bamboo fell on the snow with a wailing sound, splashing piles of white snowflakes.

The rustling of the snow being trampled gently sounded.

Wrapped in a white scarf and wrapped in a thick black cotton coat, Asakami Fujino, who looked a little round, walked slowly into the cleared space.

The hollow eyeballs in the eyes, and the crimson and dark green spirals surrounding the hollow, showed the body that devoured the bamboo forest before.

"Sister Shi, are you still hiding?" Asakami Fujino said slightly sarcastically, with a deep and gorgeous twisted magic eye, constantly scanning the surroundings, trying to lock on the high-speed moving target.

In the remaining bamboo forest, several red phantoms flickered like electric lights.

"If you always run fast and dodge, can't you fight head-to-head? Can't you just hit me head-on?" Asaka Fujino pouted and muttered softly.

"One shot from the front? Was it twisted into a twist by the twisted magic eye?" Hearing the broken thoughts of Asaka Fujino, as a bystander, You secretly groaned.

The current two ceremonies don't have the bug-like ability of the straight-to-death magic eye. They don't rely on agility to move at a high speed in the bamboo forest to confuse Fujino's sight.

Having said that, this battle is the 12th time this year, and every battle is basically like this.

One relying on agility to dodge, the other staring desperately with those tiny eyes that could kill you. He couldn't help the other party. Why did he fight so diligently?

As for meddling? He hadn't even thought about it, if he intervened in a fight between women, he would be 'death' to help anyone, um, he would be killed by words.

Asakami Fujino sighed softly, and the white mist rushed out of his mouth. He raised his hands in the cotton sleeves, folded them gently, and rubbed them up and down, feeling the warmth generated by the friction.

"I surrendered. It's already three o'clock. In half an hour, I have to go to the cram school with Yamada-san."