Leloa, who was dragged out of bed by name, had not yet understood the extent of the "mass murder" that Enacillin was talking about, and needed to call him over.

It wasn't until he hurried to the streets of Mororiti that he saw Enacylin, pale and haggard, with swollen and red eyes, standing at the entrance of the street.

"You...... What's the situation?" asked Leloya tentatively, looking at his appearance, and then at the streets that were as silent as no man's land, Leloa probably guessed that the situation was not good.

Ernacillin turned his head to look at the residents who had moved away, gathered the expression on his face, closed his eyes, and said:

"It's all gone, all the people who were on this street last night are gone. ”

Hearing this, Leloya's pupils shrank slightly, and she instantly understood what he meant.

All died, including Ernacillin's parents.

"......" Leloya froze in place, unable to accept such a reality.

Enaicillin's parents have always taken good care of him. When they were young, he was sent to Ernacillin's house whenever there was a big action in the Society, and Milton and Natasha basically treated him like their own child.

Leloya can't even imagine how Ernacillin, who has always loved her parents, is in despair right now, right?

He couldn't find any words to comfort Ernacillicillin for a while.

In fact, Leloa is scared now, he and Ernacillin have known each other for many years, and their intimacy is only one distance worse than that of their own brothers.

Because of this, he knows his friend very well, and over the years, he has more than once stopped the other party's idea of wanting to commit suicide.

He clearly understood that after the time he had been imprisoned by the demons, Ernacillin was constantly restless, and every moment he wanted to end himself to escape that uneasiness. Even with the smile on his face all the time, the tormenting uneasiness remained.

Leloya remembers that Enacillicillin had told him that as long as he was at home, as long as his parents were there, his anxiety could be relieved a lot.

But now there is nothing.

"What are you doing in a daze? It's time to work. Ernacillin looked at Leloya suspiciously, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have a gentle smile that had not changed for ten thousand years.

“...... I said, don't laugh, it's too fake, it's much uglier than crying. Leloya looked at him, and only felt that the smile on the corner of Enacylin's mouth was no different from usual, so fake that he couldn't stand it.

"Yes. Ernacillin raised his hand and touched the corners of his mouth, "Isn't it the same as usual?" he looked at Leloa, and the corners of his mouth naturally rose, just as usual.

"But I've never seen anyone smile with eyes as cold as ice. ”

"Is that so......"

"Hmm. Ah, by the way, you called me by name...... Do you have a goal?" Leloya looked at Enacillicillin, he knew Enacilliclin, and he would not involve anyone else in the event without a precise goal.

"Yes, if I hadn't bumped into him on my way home and smelled blood, I would never have suspected him. The gritted and suspicious look on Enasilin's face when he said this was the first time Leloa had seen it, and it was not difficult to guess that the object of his suspicion was an acquaintance.

Sensing that Leloa was looking at him with an inquiring look, Enacillrin took half a second to calm his mind and continued, "It's Crean." I met him shortly after I walked into the street this morning, and I could clearly smell his blood. ”

"Crean?!" Leloya's voice raised several degrees, he didn't expect that Enasilin's suspicion would be his father's friend, the friendly breakfast stall owner.

"Are you sure it's him?" It's not that Leloa doesn't believe in Ernacillin, it's that this person is really shocking, and who can believe that a usually friendly and conscientious breakfast stall owner would be the murderer of an entire street?

"Just suspicion. "Eneracillin didn't say anything to death, although he was now full of revenge, but there were too many doubts in this matter, and it was extremely irresponsible to draw conclusions at will.

He tried his best to rationalize himself, and began to analyze in a calm tone:

"There was a very strange place, although I smelled blood on Crean, I came home and saw only the ashes, no blood.

You can smell it, too, and there's no smell of blood on the streets, and that's probably how to die if nothing else. ”

Ernacillin's analysis was very rational, at least Leloa couldn't hear that he had any inclination to commit suicide, which made him a little more reassured.

"It's not hard to confirm that, just go door-to-door. Leloya gestured to the house.

The house is a standard two-storey building on Mororiti Street, and it is similar to the layout of the Enasilin house.

At this time, the door of the house, like that of the Enacyrin house, was hidden, and it was possible to enter it with a push.

With his previous experience, Enacillicillin gently pushed the door open, but the ashes piled on the ground were still lifted up a little.

"It's the same. Eneracillin spoke softly as if he was afraid of disturbing anyone, and as he spoke, he took out a "whirlwind" and gathered the scattered ashes with great skill.

Leloa nodded casually and walked up the stairs to take a look, the second floor was clean and all the furnishings didn't seem to have touched.

He quickly came down from the second floor, by which time Enacillicillin had collected the family's ashes and placed them in their place.

"How's it going?" asked Ernacillin, putting down the container of ashes in his hand, turning his head.

"There doesn't look anything unusual upstairs, and there are no traces of blood in the house, so I guess I'll have to contact the association to get the memoir. Leloya said as she looked around, trying to find clues.

"Let's check a few more, that memoir is a prison object, it's not easy to deal with. "Enacillicillin clearly doesn't agree with Leloya's idea.

Contraband objects are called contraband because they have the property of being alive and need to be imprisoned. To put it simply, they have their own ideas, but most of them are harmful, so they have to be locked up.

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

There are 93 households in the streets of Mororiti, which is only a modest number compared to other streets, after all, the land price here is there.

Anaxirin and Leloa examined separately, and in a short time they had examined all the occupants and collected their ashes.

These ashes will be handed over to the logistics department for disposal, and those who have relatives and friends who are willing to receive the ashes will be sent over, and those who do not have will be processed in a centralized manner.

Ernacillin walked out of the last house, and was confronted by Leloa, who had also come out.

"How?" asked Ernacillin, with an ugly look on his face.

Leloya shook her head and said, "Still not, everything except the ashes is neatly packed as if it has been specially packed." ”

"It's pretty much the same on my side, I've also been to see where Crean usually sets up a stall, and there's nothing. Ernacillin sighed, everything was not as smooth as expected.

Leloya spread her hands and said helplessly and slightly resistantly: "It seems that we still have to use that memoir, I hope it won't help us recall anything terrifying." ”