Ten o'clock in the evening.

Ginza.

Even at this point, the street is still crowded.

It was hard for Yang Tian to imagine how that new generation of Dao Zhai walked through the streets in a grand manner.

Is it just cosplay?

However, there are witnesses who claim to have seen the man take out a knife, as fast as the wind cutting through the fallen leaves on an autumn afternoon.

There is also a female white-collar worker who was robbed after returning home after drinking, saying that she was rescued by a new generation of pulling out a knife in the alley, and he cut off the palms of those gangsters with one knife.

What's the matter, not a murderer or a real hero?

Yang Tian put aside those unrealistic rumors, but he also had to shake his head, he came here because of the rumors.

He took a sip of the fragrant tea that had cooled in front of him, which was a little light and tasteless.

After such a long night of waiting, he was a little lonely.

Subconsciously took out his mobile phone and found the familiar number, Yang Tian hesitated for a moment and sent a text message.

"I miss you."

"Didi-Di-" Soon, another cell phone rang in his pocket.

He took it out, glanced at it, and his fingers stayed on the phone's keyboard for a few seconds, deducting a few words.

"Me too."

It was a lonely night.

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At the same time.

Ikebukuro West Exit Park.

Next to the wishing tree, which has suddenly become popular in the past year.

Even though it was late at night, there were still couples in love, and would-be couples who hadn't made it that far were lingering around.

To be honest, no one really believes that a wishing tree can make a wish come true.

But for men and women in love, romance is the most important thing.

The wishing tree, which can create an extremely romantic atmosphere, is also extremely important.

If you can really meet the rumored goddess of the wishing tree, then it will be even more of a good thing.

So it's actually a dating mecca for couples.

For Ah Ha, who came to track down the members of Darkness, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Because he is also accompanied by a towing oil bottle Asai City.

The atmosphere of slaughter, which was originally washed by the wishing tree, has now evolved into an ambiguous atmosphere in idol dramas.

Ah He felt very bad.

Although he felt that this was not the purpose of Asai's visit, she was a child who had just lost her parents.

But he couldn't stop the men and women around him from talking to me and me.

"Na...... Ah He-kun, do you think I'm particularly annoying? The girl who had been silent, holding Ah He's sleeve and following him like a little rabbit, suddenly spoke.

The voice was small, somewhat muffled.

The not-so-pure Chinese did not prevent her from expressing her meaning.

It's a bit sad.

Ah He was silent.

He paused, looked at the not-so-unusual wishing tree not far ahead, and narrowed his eyes.

He's a little annoyed.

But it's not all because of Asai City.

Also because of myself.

He just felt that he had always been a loner, even with friends like Yang Tian who didn't know each other, and people like Zeng Jingheng and Li Wei who could barely be regarded as partners.

However, he is still lonely in his heart, and his current state is just the same as when he devoted himself to Dakrness, just to avoid some risks.

Protect yourself from harm.

It's that simple, right?

"Why did you choose me?" Ah He said after a while.

He couldn't figure it out, he wasn't handsome enough, and he didn't look easy to get along with.

It was a complete mistake.

"Maybe......" The girl probably felt a little cold, got closer to Ah He, and said, "I think Ah He-kun is also a very lonely person." ”

"Well...... That kind of loneliness is the feeling of losing all the people close to you, and it is the attraction between the same kind. She moved a little closer, wrapped both arms around Ah He's arm, lowered her head, and leaned lightly against Ah He, "I just think we are the same, so ......"

"So it's a little warmer to be together."

The sentence is very light.

Ah He's heart softened suddenly, and he didn't care about the overly intimate gesture of the girl leaning on his arm.

I just think it's going to be a little cold on a night like this.

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The truck is moving forward.

Zeng Jingheng leaned against the cold carriage with his eyes closed.

The car has been driving for a while.

Obviously, in order to maintain the secrecy of the Cult of the Undead God, this modified truck that does not penetrate the slightest wind is a good means of transportation.

There were seventeen people in total, staying in the uncrowded carriage, and no one spoke to anyone.

After the ultimate death, everyone needs time to digest the unspeakable fear.

Of course, it also takes time to envision the eternal life that may really exist.

Hattori was lying next to Zeng Jingheng, although his body did not show any obvious abnormalities.

But when two kinds of blood containing aggressive energy enter the body, there is still a certain impact.

Zeng Jingheng used his mobile phone to quietly ask Hattori how he felt.

Hattori's answer was that he was full of energy.

He was indeed full of energy, not a little sluggish like the people next to him.

Maybe it was the neutralization of the two forces of Dakrness that gave him a stronger life force?

Zeng Jingheng couldn't explain this.

There are so many things in this world that are difficult to explain, and the fact that he himself gained an ability after drinking a drink is the most difficult to explain.

After about twenty more minutes, the truck finally came to a slow stop.

Soon, the back door of the truck was opened, and a light shone in, and it was the mustachioed Furuma who was guiding them outside.

"Come, lost lambs, the temple is at hand." Furuma began to use the chanting tone again.

With the flashlight that shines through the darkness in his hand, it really has a bit of a sacred taste.

The group stood up and moved their muscles and bones before getting out of the car one after another.

The place in front of me is obviously a very remote place, and there are no buildings in sight around.

Only an old-fashioned, somewhat old-fashioned looking church stands in front of it.

The Gothic spire has an inexplicable solitude and indifference in the dark night.

"Let's go." Furuma led the way towards the church, which was hidden in a thick forest and a rusty fence.

Zeng Jingheng looked at the church that was particularly gloomy in the dark night, sniffed his nose, and squeezed the special extended guitar case in his hand.

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It's very uncomfortable today because for some reason I was asked to delete very important paragraphs, which is really a day.