“…… Lord Angel, Lord Angel. ”

The 'master of sight' was a skinny, extremely unhealthy-looking middle-aged man, but his voice was as sharp as that of a schoolboy before the voice change, and such a neutral voice echoed in the darkness with an air of madness.

“…… Angels, angels, please listen to me! ”

The sound of a nail scraping on a wooden board could be heard faintly, in fact, the man was cornered, the man's name was Kamisaku Hino, he didn't hide in this kind of place voluntarily, he wanted to find his former companions, but he didn't expect the police to act faster than he expected, leaving him trapped in this place.

"Lord Angel, please listen to me, Lord Angel!"

But there was no fugitive's uneasiness or fear on his face, he held a strangely shaped knife in his right hand and a battered wooden board about the size of a notebook in his left hand.

Titicaca...... The tip of the knife kept cutting on the plank, and Kamisaku Hino watched happily.

"Lord Angel, how can I escape the police and find my companion?"

Titicaca...... As if answering his question, his right hand moved on its own, and it had nothing to do with the will of Kamisaku Hinano, who stared straight at the tip of the knife, and the scars on the wooden board were all words carved out of the knife, all of which were instructions from the angel.

"Angel, do you mean that you will help me as long as I offer another sacrifice?"

Titicaca...... Kamisaku Hirano always lives according to the instructions of the words, and the angel is always right, as long as he does what the angel instructs, there will be no mistake, but sometimes the angel will make uncomfortable requests, and under the instructions of the angel, Kamisaku Hino has killed twenty-eight people.

"Lord Angel, Lord Angel, what do you think of these two teenagers as sacrifices?"

Titicaca...... The knife carved the three letters 'YES' on the wooden board, and Kamisaku Hino's face darkened, and he was going to kill again, which was really annoying. I really don't want to kill, but I can't do it, it's an angel's order, not my fault.

"Lord Angel, I will believe you today."

Kamisa Hino said, sticking out his thick, short tongue and licking it at the strangely shaped knife, and the next moment, he used the knife to cut an extremely thick cable under the floor.

In an instant, all the lights were gone.

"There's a power outage?"

Kamijo and Tsuchigomon both frowned at the same time in the dark, and it was not completely dark because the door of the inn was wide open and the moonlight shone in from the outside.

When there is a power outage, people will always subconsciously turn their eyes to electrical products that have lost power, and when Kamijo and Tsuchimimon look up at the ceiling fluorescent lamps that suddenly dim without thinking-

At that moment, a meniscus-shaped blade came straight through from behind the wooden door in the attic on the second floor, and it was a slender meniscus blade about thirty centimeters long, but the sharp side was not on the outside but on the inside, so it was more like a scythe or an iron claw than a short knife.

There was a creaking sound, and the blade shook slightly back and forth, stopping in front of the door for a moment, and then a loud bang erupted, and the wooden door of the attic shattered easily, and the debris of the burst of shards and the remains of the door panel fell to the ground with an irritating sound.

Accompanied by the fragments of the wooden door, the figure that suddenly broke in pulled a long, hideous shadow on the balcony under the moonlight of the corridor behind him, covering Kamijo's face.

Uejo seems to have seen something.

Looking at the dark shadow through the moonlight, he saw bloodshots, like a rotting mire, as if peeking through hell, staring straight at Shangjo in the darkness...... A crazy face like a demon.

"Babbling ......"

Kamijo couldn't help but let out a surprised sound, took a step back, and in the next moment, the blade in the black shadow's hand stabbed out, and Kamijo hurriedly dodged, but lost his balance due to the sudden force and rolled to the floor.

Capone ......

It was the sound of wood colliding with metal, and the earth gate on the side directly manipulated the deck chair on the balcony and smashed it at the black shadow, preventing the scimitar from pursuing Kamijo.

And at this moment, in the bright moonlight, the black shadow revealed its full figure.

It was indeed the form of a demon, and the most striking thing was the hand of the black shadow holding the scimitar.

Some of the nails were torn, some were peeling off, some were covered with coagulated black blood clots, the fingers were bruised-black, there was a considerable scar on the back of the hand, and the blood scabs seemed to be peeled off again and again, and the disgusting black flesh was turned out of the wound entirely.

It looks like a rancid fruit spilling clear slime, like the hands of a dead man infected by a mysterious homicidal germ.

His skin was unhealthy, and his internal organs were probably bad, and his beige overalls were stained with sweat, dirt, blood, and oil. In his right hand, he held a scimitar that looked like an iron claw, and his left wrist was broken, and there was a bruise-black bruise. Red blood flowed from his lips, and one of his front teeth and canines had been forcibly removed.

In the moonlight, the scimitar was raised, but instead of slashing it at Kamijo or Tsuchimon, Hino swung the scimitar at his chest, the tip of the knife moving violently, and there was a cracking sound. The work clothes were cut by the knives that came and went at will, and the sweat-stained shirts were also torn, and in an instant they were stained red with blood.

A large number of wounds may seem disorganized at first glance, but they are actually arranged into words, like a child with a knife on the table.

GOESCAPE

There's no grammar at all.,It's just a permutation and combination of English words.,But when I saw this 'indication' of the fire field god work.,A sad smile appeared on his face stained with his own blood.。

"Quack...... Quack! ”

The middle-aged man roared like a wounded beast, he shook his body loosely, and muttered to himself in his mouth: "Lord Angel...... Lord Angel......"

Near the chest of the work clothes, there seems to be something reflecting the moonlight, and if you look closely, it seems to be a famous brand.

"Lord Angel! Lord Angel! Lord Angel! ”

The name tag made of plastic was sewn onto the clothes, and a few characters were printed on the name plate in a stiff font, one by one, the prisoner number "710687" by the god of fire.

"Lord Angel, what's going on? Lord Angel, why did I follow your instructions, and why did I get this result? Angel, I have already given twenty-eight lives for you! ”

The man in the prisoner's suit let out a deranged, frenzied, desperate roar.

"Answer me, Lord Angel! What am I going to do? What should I do next? Lord Angel! You have to take responsibility, and this time you must tell me the real answer——! ”

As if in response to a frantic shout, a red figure appeared on the gloomy beach one hundred and fifty meters away.

This is a nun in red.

She was about thirteen years old, her long blond hair was slightly wavy, her fair skin seemed to reflect the moonlight, and although the girl's appearance was cute, her clothes were very strange, she wore only a shirt under her monastic robes, and a cloak over her head.

The so-called shirt is actually no different from a one-piece underwear, revealing the girl's delicate body curves. Moreover, the girl's body was wrapped with black leather strips and iron sheets, which seemed to be used as a restraint garment, and a very thick collar was wrapped around her neck, and a rein was attached to the collar.

The belt around his waist was filled with tools such as tongs, hammers, L-shaped nails and saws, which were not carpenter's tools. They are all special torture tools for witch trials specially used to tear human flesh, cut human bones and cut off human bodies, and if you look closely, these props have been slightly modified, which is slightly different from ordinary carpenter tools.

The girl with torture tapes on her body was expressionless, the girl lowered her head, her bangs covered most of her face, and the only cherry lips that were exposed were sighing slightly.

Then the girl slowly stood up.

With no preparation at all, the girl's small figure quickly moved forward, reducing the distance of one hundred and fifty meters to zero, taking far less than six seconds.

Fifty meters per second.

Almost as fast as the arrows of the crossbow, no, even faster.

In an instant, the red-clothed nun entered everyone's sight at an astonishing speed, like a fairy in the sea.