Iwata family estate.

After three hours of "makeup", Takuro Iwata finally returned to his former appearance, and was carefully put into the coffin, and several women cried on the side.

In the corridor outside the mourning hall, the middle-aged man with gray hair who seemed to be aged in his teens out of thin air looked at the dark and obscure night rain outside the eaves.

The only light he could see in his eyes was a few lamps in the manor and yellow floor lamps on both sides of the path.

The road ahead was vaguely visible, but he still felt like he was enveloped in deep darkness.

The light in his heart had been extinguished last night.

The thick hand of the bone knuckle holds a simple knife, the black scabbard does not have any external decoration, but even in the middle of the night, it still shows a deeper color, obviously not an ordinary material, the oval dark gold blade is a special pattern of hollowing, and the handle is pure white, which contrasts sharply with the black scabbard but does not give people a sense of disharmony at all.

And the end of the handle of this knife handle also has a dragon relief, the diameter is only 5 centimeters, its texture is extremely exquisite, and there are two golden lightning patterns at the bottom.

This is not a weapon from modern technology, it is forged by the oldest and most orthodox knife forging technology, without any special effects, and can still let anyone know that this knife is extraordinary at the first sight!

"I've seen the wounds on Takuro's body, and the nanny who took care of him at the time, it's not a weapon wound, absolutely not!"

Hiroshi Iwata did not look back, but continued to say to the person behind him,

"Although the Iwata family's manor is not a forbidden place, the guards outside are on duty 24 hours a day, and there are surveillances around, and Takuro has been attacked once before, so I have a team of guards around his room, and there are security cameras...... I've checked them all, and no one or monster has entered the room!"

He was one of the few people who saw the scene for the first time, and the scene was a little difficult for him to accept even after experiencing strong winds and waves.

Those fine wounds were all over the two corpses, not a single drop of blood came out of the scene, and those two living people were turned into two miserable dried corpses by some kind of monster in just a few seconds!

"Do you think there is a goal for someone to do it to your son?"

On the inside of the corridor, Zhu Jue was leaning against the wall, there was a small puddle of water under his feet, and the weapon box was leaning against him, and some water droplets were also rolling down from it.

After getting the information provided by Li Qinglian, he immediately came to the door, hoping to get some useful information from here.

Briefly said the photos and specific situation he got, for them, Zhu Jue did not hide the situation of the grotesque studio, which was also to be able to gain the trust of the other party as quickly as possible.

It's just that the situation is still a little unexpected for Zhu Jue, it's not that the identity of this family is unusual and Zhu Jue is surprised, but the victim's family actually doesn't know anything about the monster.

"If I knew who did it, I would still be standing here with a knife in my hand?"

Iwata Takuro is his only son, and his death means that the Iwata family, that is, if he Iwata Hiroshi can't give birth to a second son, then he will be killed, which is an undying revenge!

Rao is Zhu Jue, hearing Iwata Hong's words, he also had a headache for a while, he came here to find the mastermind behind the scenes through monsters, who knew that these people actually didn't know anything.

"I've heard of you, I haven't seen the Weird Studios video, but I know that you've defeated those psychic source monsters...... If you know it's coming back again, how sure are you that you've found those who control it?"

After a moment of silence, Hiroshi Iwata suddenly asked.

"If the controller is not far away, I can perceive it. ”

Zhu Jue didn't need to deceive the other party in this kind of thing, his own perception ability coupled with the inexplicable perception of the indescribable thing that he had a long time ago, as long as the other party started some kind of ritual, he was confident that he would detect it at the first time.

"Can you promise to kill them all? ”

The green tendons on the palm of the hand holding the scabbard burst out, and there was a cold light in Iwata Hiroshi's originally dead eyes.

"As long as you can do it, whatever you want...... As long as the Iwata family has it, you can take it!"

"Coincidentally. ”

Zhu Jue opened the weapon box and took out the demon long knife along with the scabbard, and he sensed some kind of determination from Iwata Hiroshi, so he continued,

"I've come to you to send all those who don't know whether they are alive or dead to God. ”

"Okay, you come with me...... Don't come with me, and leave the manor until I give the order!"

Iwata Hiroshi first looked back at Zhu Jue, and then shouted in a deep voice in the night outside, and after a while, dense footsteps withdrew in the rain.

"Looks like you're a target too?"

Zhu Jue did not take the weapon case, but temporarily placed it in the inner room, and did not even bring the backpack containing the wind chimes.

Now Zhu Jue's body shape, clothing, and even appearance have been changed through scavengers, although he doesn't know why the other party was able to track his location, he still chooses to hide things that may reveal his identity first.

The Demon Knife had never been used before, and now it was right to carry it with him as a weapon.

"My son hasn't taken over the affairs of the Iwata family yet, so how can there be an enemy who wants to kill him by such means, only me...... I was the one they wanted to kill, and Takuro was just a warning to me, and I had some power in the Tokyo Metropolitan Government, and I had introduced a number of bills, including banning whole-body prosthetic technology from entering the market, and opposing the unauthorized replacement of prosthetic limbs by able-bodied people...... There are a lot of people who want to kill me, I always knew it, but they shouldn't do it to my son, you must kill them, kill them all!"

Iwata Hiroshi turned around and walked towards the manor with Zhu Jue, and when he arrived at the place where Iwata Takuro was resting before, he asked Zhu Jue to stop again, and then said,

"If the monster doesn't come out later, don't come out, as long as you can find those people, even if I die, you don't have to care. ”

Since the other party wants to kill him, then he will give them this chance!

Walking to the center of the corridor outside, he glanced at the messy bedding in the room, and the messy footprints of the guards who rushed in because of the suddenness of the incident.

Kneeling in the corridor, Taidao resting on his knees, Hiroshi Iwata's eyes looked out at the rainy night, and the noisy sound of rain filled his ears.

One minute, three minutes, five minutes......

"He~hehe~"

In the sound of the rain, suddenly a sneer sounded, it was not a sound that humans could make, just a few sounds in his ears, Iwata Hiroshi still felt dizziness in his head, and the nausea quickly made him want to vomit, but he forcibly endured it.

Iwata Hiroshi didn't choose to remind Zhu Jue next to him, but looked sideways in the direction where the voice came from, just like he said before, until he found the target, even if he died, it didn't matter!

Something seemed to be present in the rain outside the eaves, and although his eyes were able to scan back and forth in the light, he found nothing.

Only occasionally the lamps on both sides of the stone path dimmed, and then returned to normal in an instant.

Something passed through there.

"In the immediate vicinity....... Why can't you see it?"

Zhu Jue stood at the corner of the corridor, with the demon long knife standing in front of him, looking at Iwata Hiroshi with some strange eyes.

In his perception, the monster of the source of spiritual pollution had clearly appeared, and it was nearby, but he did not see any special existence in his field of vision.

No matter what, now is the opportunity to find the other party, Zhu Jue turned around and stepped on the railing of the corridor, rose up, grabbed the eaves and went to the roof with a backflip, the manor buildings of the Iwata family all retain the most primitive old mansions, the roof is not high, only two floors, Zhu Jue exposed himself to the rain, opened his senses, and searched for the hidden mastermind who was hiding in the courtyard in addition to the current existence in the courtyard.

And when Zhu Jue was looking for it, Iwata Hiroshi made the first move, his right leg was jerked out from under his buttocks, and the moment he stepped on the floor of the corridor, the knife was unsheathed.

Hiroshi Iwata felt the monster approaching, and even though he didn't see anything in his eyes, it didn't stop him from slashing!

However, no matter how sharp the knife is, it still depends on the strength of the knife bearer, he has not received any armed transformation, and he has not used the ability injection, even if he is proficient in knife skills, if he wants to kill the monster that came from the rain, it is still a little worse.

Before he could make any more movements, his arms were bound by invisible tentacles, and then the wide sleeved robe of Haori with the thick tentacles of a rolling pin drilled in, and there was still nothing in front of Hiroshi Iwata.

Until there was a dull pain in his arms and neck, and the flesh and blood of his body seemed to be cut by some kind of cold and sharp mouthparts, and the blood was then drained!

"Monster ......"

Hiroshi Iwata finally saw the vague outline of something.

It was an invisible creature from the stars.

It was all red, and the rain mixed with blood oozing from the folded skin that looked like burned, like burned blisters and broken sores, dripped in front of Iwata Hiroshi, and countless tentacles pulsated on the crimson carcass, like a wriggling, beating jelly block.

At the tip of the tentacle, there are sucker-like mouthparts, which are constantly opening and closing hungrily...... The monster was swollen and disgusting: a mass of headless, faceless, eyeless, only an insatiable mouth, and claws befitting the identity of the interstellar monster.

After sucking human blood, it finally appeared!

Hiroshi Iwata, who had been full of anger and resentment, had lost his mind, he had heard of monsters that were the source of spiritual pollution, and had seen some photos by chance, but at this moment, he only had the deepest fear in his mind, but he didn't know why he was afraid.

Because Iwata Hiroshi can't convince himself to recognize the monster in front of him, it can't be named, and naturally he can't form a specific cognition.

It's not that Hiroshi Iwata doesn't want to, it's that his brain uncontrollably refuses to imagine any possibility about this monster.

That's the instinct of being a creature to seek advantage and avoid harm!