"Oh......? Don't you even have the ability to speak?"

With or without it, there is only one thing Father Stella will do.

'Kill the enemy. ’

Although it is said that he will kill the enemy, Father Stella's God is very merciful.

This also led to praying for an enemy every time he encountered them.

As the so-called gentleman moves his mouth, he does it again.

He slowly raised the steel knife in his hand, prepared himself for battle, and then began to preach.

"Human life is like grass swaying in the wind, and human glory and glory are like flowers blooming on grass. ”

"It's like something corporeal will eventually pass away. ”

"Dust to dust, dust to dust. ”

"Flowers will eventually wither, and grasses will wither. ”

"In the end, the only thing that can survive in the world is the words of the gods...... Nothing more. ”

The mercy that his gods could bestow had come to an end.

The arms are crossed in front of the body, and the fists are inward, forming the pose of a cross.

The two steel knives were also crossed, turning into silver-white crosses.

Click, click, click.

The arms exerted force together, causing the steel knife to rub constantly, and even sparks popped out.

Half of his face emerged from the darkness in the light of the spark.

Under the blue pupils was a hideous smile, and that smile revealed a sense of madness.

"You will die without a trace of fear!! swaying like straw in the wind that has been harvested!!!"

"Aa!!a

Father Stella shouted slogans in a voice that bordered on madness, and swung straight away with the steel knife in his hand.

Bang Dang!

The stitched flesh seemed to be very strong, and he took the knife with one arm.

But the stitching monster itself doesn't seem to have any ability to think, and its IQ is not high.

There was no good way to attack, and he pounced on Father Stella like a beast.

Even in the dark underground morgue, Father Stella could see everything clearly.

His eyesight is very different from that of ordinary people.

While dodging the impact, he used the steel knife in his left hand to lightly slash the stitched monster's neck.

"Tsk. ”

The extremely precise blow was aimed at the area of the suture, and the priest could be heard smacking his lips.

I guess I haven't been able to cut through the hard thread.

Bang!

The stitching monster slammed into the wall, and the wooden wall didn't withstand the sudden impact, and had broken quite a bit.

All of a sudden, the room was dusty. Make this already dark space even harder to see through by the eye.

But this still did not bother Father Stella.

The blue pupils of the blue sea contracted slightly and opened rapidly, like the shutter of a camera.

After that, all that came into Father Stella's vision was a red heat source.

Needless to say, the heat source represents the stitching monster.

The stitch monster attacked again, still darling towards Father Stella with teeth and claws.

But this time, Father Stella didn't dodge again, but directly threw the steel knife in his left hand.

Flutter.

The steel knife was plunged into the stitcher's knee.

But there was no liquid coming out.

Stitchers are still on the run, too.

In this way, the other party should be a dead person, or rather, a monster composed of dead people.

(It makes sense that the dead dared to dance in front of me?!?)

"Ah———— door!"

There was still a crazy smile on his face, but by this time Father Stella was already angry and furrowed his eyebrows.

The angry face with a big smile was extremely incongruous, and for a while it was impossible to tell which of the two people in front of him was the monster.

There was already a steel knife in his hand again, and it was two straight stabs at the stitching monster that came at him.

The stitch was pushed back some distance by the recoil, but unlike his cold body and stopped beating heart.

He continued to struggle and rushed towards Father Stella.

Instead of pulling out the two steel knives, two more appeared in his hands.

The knife path transformed from the shape of a cross is extremely neat. It was a slash at the stitching monster.

"Amen!!a!!a

The silver cross pendant around his neck shook violently.

Under the stormy attack, no matter how hard the flesh was, it had been cut off at this time.

The horizontal and vertical knife path is very regular, and if Aoyama is present, he should be happy, right?

This is definitely not the way to go. We must first stop the continued attack of this madman in front of you.

The Stitcher reached out and grabbed the priest's knife.

Because the priest's knife path is very fixed and neat, one horizontal and one vertical, there is an order. Plus it's been cut so much.

The stitching monster, who was accustomed to the speed of the other party, easily held the two steel knives in the palm of his hand.

"Do you want it so much!? I'll give it to you!!"

Stella didn't dwell on the other man's movements as he held his weapon. Instead, he refreshed and let go of the hand holding the steel knife.

Then his hands shook into the sky, and the corners of his trench coat fluttered.

By the inertia of those arms, two shiny steel knives stretched out from the sleeves at this time!

His hands gripped the handles, and the strength of his whole body was infused into his arms.

It was like a prayer to lean over.

His arms fell heavily, driving the steel knife in his hand to gallop down.

There was a flash of lightning.

The priest's hands barely stopped until they touched the ground.

And the one that fell next to those hands.

It's the arms of the stitching monster.

But the suture monster didn't feel pain, to be precise, it didn't have the ability to feel pain.

Still full of fighting spirit, he attacked Father Stella with a mouth.

"Ahh

Four steel knives fell out of the sleeves.

Father Stella took two handfuls of the knuckles of each finger in both hands.

Then he threw it at the stitching monster.

Four arm-length steel knives pierced its skin, and the force of the impact sent him flying backwards.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

The stitching monster had been firmly nailed to the wall, and the liquid from his arms was splashed from the impact.

At this time, a cross was sketched in an extremely ugly way on the wooden wall.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was still hideous, and the frown seemed to be even more dissatisfied. There was compassion and pity in that tone.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust. ”

"The sky buries the bones of the wind and clouds, and the earth buries the ghosts of the mountains and rivers. ”

"You are neither human nor ghost, and you don't even know what life and death are. ”

"You will not have the slightest fear and disappear from this world like a straw that has been harvested. ”

"Ahh!!!h

After his final prayer, Father Stella held a steel knife in each hand and held it upside down.

He raised his arms completely flat, the tip of the knife pointed at the ground, and his steps were orderly, slowly approaching the stitching monster that was pinned to the wall and could not break free.

"Come on, it's time for execution. ”

With the sound of a sharp blade breaking through the wind, and a roaring 'Amen'.

In the dimly lit morgue right now, there was only a priest with a cross on his chest, and a place of minced meat.

The expression on his face was ecstatic at this time, and even his shoulders trembled a little with joy.

Monster, there is no other adjective to describe this priest who is almost crazy about his beliefs.

But it's the same monster, and the gap between the two is too big, it's a world of difference.

What makes Father Stella so strong? Is it his god? Is it his faith? Or is it ...... What about a person who once existed?

I don't know, this man really has too many secrets, and he himself doesn't want anyone to know. At least, there is no need to know.

Walking out of the gate of the abandoned hospital, patting the dust on his body, the corners of his trench coat fluttering in the wind.

Father Stella pulled out the high-purity alcohol in his arms and took a few sips.

"It's windy tonight......"

Looking at the moonlight in the sky, Father Stella, who had completed his trip, disappeared into the night.

The night sky is full of clouds, as if to indicate that something is about to happen......

....................................

That night, near an abandoned hospital in the city, the deceased appeared.

It was an ordinary case, but this time it was not ordinary.

Because this is the fifteenth in a series of homicides.

The victims also have a distinct and uniform characteristic.

Without exception, more or less part of their limbs have disappeared without a trace.

Apart from this same, there is no contact with the deceased, which has stumped the criminal police's serious crime team.

Judging by the people above, this must not be done by ordinary people.

Therefore, the handling of this case was naturally handed over to the experts who dealt with the anomaly.

[Institution. 】

And the investigator sent by this agency is Aoyama.

After all, it is just an on-site investigation, and if there is no accident, it will not turn into a battle scene.

Among the people who can be mobilized, the knowledgeable Aoyama will be the best choice.

But even the knowledgeable Aoyama was at a loss when he arrived at the scene.

After all, after so many victims have appeared, the forensic examination and criminal affairs departments have no clue.

What clues can he find as a Taoist priest?

If you look closely, the body of the deceased has stiffened, and the missing part is the arms.

(The entire two arms are cut off and disappear...... The cut is very neat, so it should be cut off quickly...... ）

(The deceased's expression is distorted...... It doesn't seem to have died unknowingly...... More likely to see something unbelievable...... Or maybe it's hard to accept your own death...... ）

Seeing nothing more, Aoyama stood up and looked around, the sealed windows, the oak floor. A small silver cross pendant also fell next to the corpse.

Based on this information alone, not to mention the clues of the murderer, even how the victim died, Qingshan is completely unclear.

It's troublesome now, the smartest self is here, if Jianming is kind to them, they definitely don't know what to do.