The name of the original owner, also called Aono.

His experience can be said to be a capital "miserable" word.

His grandfather's generation seems to have been forced to smuggle from China to Japan for a living.

Although he was far away in a foreign country, his grandfather still regarded himself as a Chinese, and wanted to pass this on as a family motto.

But Aono's grandfather himself was in a situation where he could only smuggle in, and he didn't make a name for himself in Japan.

The family has always been very difficult.

By the time Aono's father's generation got worse.

Unfortunately, he became seriously ill and owed a high amount of debt.

In the end, the disease was not cured, his father died, and his mother chose to commit suicide by swallowing medicine.

Aono was left alone.

Before he finished school, he was forced to terminate his studies.

In order to repay the debt, only Aono, who was left with the advantage of being good-looking, came to the cowherd shop and met the boss who was not bad.

The boss saw Aono's potential as a cowherd, so he temporarily paid the arrears for him.

On the other hand, it means that Aono's debt object has become this boss.

The last memory of the original owner was to send a female passenger to the intersection and was about to get into a taxi......

Then, there is no then.

Receiving this memory, Aono was not affected much.

He held his chin and stared at the [Psychiatric Patient LV6] on the panel with a little dissatisfaction.

I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!

I was released from there, and the doctor signed it for sure, and I was not sick for a long time!

Maybe it was Aono's fragmented thoughts that really worked, and the words on the panel, as well as the [Calm] [Disguise Emotions] in the back, slowly faded and finally disappeared.

Even the final evaluation was only "weak humans".

Aono nodded with satisfaction, and habitually smiled - he should be happy when he encounters something happy, and he should smile when he is happy, this is the theorem he has forced himself to memorize countless times.

The two corpses on the ground, like the men before, had dry skin, as if their blood had been sucked dry.

The corpses' eyes widened, and they didn't understand what kind of person had killed them.

Aono has no inclination to hurt others.

On the contrary, his moral level is still above the level.

But if you want to kill me, you have to be prepared to be killed by me!

Aono looked at the two corpses without any burden, recovering his strength by the way.

"Thanks to the two hands I learned from Xiaozhuang in the past, otherwise I really couldn't beat you."

Aono muttered.

Standing up and moving his body, he remembered his friend Xiao Zhuang in Qingshan Hospital.

Xiao Zhuang is a retired J man who suffers from post-war psychological syndrome, which is still a severe one, and occasionally has violent tendencies.

Aono still remembers the three ribs that were broken and the calf that was kicked off when he practiced with him, and then he could lie down for half a month before he could get off the ground, and he was locked up for a long time.

The [Basic Fighting Technique LV6] and [Cold Weapon Control LV3] on the panel probably came from this.

With the passage of time, the people around me still have no tendency to wake up.

In the air, the strange smell mixed with the smell of blood was even stronger.

'Is it going to be full?' ’

Aono feels that way.

Even if he had never been in contact with that kind of thing before, but from the perspective of a normal person, this ritual is all about human life, so it's not like summoning a certain being, saying hello and leaving, right?

Outside the room, there was a burst of footsteps from far and near.

Someone's coming!

The normal person Qingye looked around, put on the black robe of one sectist, and by the way, he also took off the black robe of another person and hid it in the corner.

Hiding his face in the shadows under the hood, Aono took a flashlight and a knife and walked out of the room.

In the hallway, it was also pitch black.

The sound of rain hitting walls and leaves is continuous.

From the other side of the corridor, three or four black-robed people walked silently, just passed by the door, and saw the companion walking out of the door, and his footsteps paused slightly.

Aono nodded at them.

- It's all settled.

The black-robed man at the head also nodded in approval.

- Well done!

Wordless communication, very tacit understanding.

Then, Aono followed behind the team and blended in perfectly.

The whole process, almost no sound was made.

As for the constant smell of blood on his body, no one cared, just because they were the same!

A group of black-robed men walked silently, only the light of a flashlight illuminating the road in front of them.

On the floor, there are bright red lines that stretch all the way, and there are some strange shapes.

And Aono also roughly figured out the environment in which he lived.

This is an abandoned school building, I don't know how many floors it has, and the area is smaller than the average school building.

Most of them turned out to be wooden structures, which emitted a damp musty smell on rainy nights, giving both the walls and the floor a crumbling feeling.

It was not abandoned for nothing.

Aono followed the black-robed man and came to a large and extraordinarily spacious classroom.

A dozen or so believers have been waiting here for a long time.

In the large classroom, the red lines on the floor are more dense, and after looking at it for a long time, your mind will suddenly get dizzy.

And in the very center of the place, there is a vacant lot.

The chaotic lines form a picture that is both magnificent and weird.

Wearing a hood and a black robe, Aono had no sense of disobedience in the crowd.

It's as if he was supposed to be one of them.

"Just now...... One of the best Flesh escaped. ”

The black robes worn by the leading disciples revealed a thick color of blood, and the smell of blood was also the strongest.

He spoke.

Only then did Aono notice that they were speaking Japanese, and it was thought that the original owner's language memory played a role.

And [flesh and blood] is obviously what the cultists call the people who are caught.

"Someone ran away?"

Aono thought, not panicking at all.

"It can't be me anyway."

There was a small commotion among the black-robed people.

"Do you need us to get him back?"

Someone asked aloud.

"No need, the ceremony, it's already going on until the last moment."

"Offer our most faithful prayers for His return!"

The tone of the cultist leader was unusually fanatical, very similar to a certain strange uncle Aono had seen in the Aoyama Hospital.

The uncle always likes to eat in the toilet, and he has to shout before eating, but most of the time he will be stopped by the nurse, and he will eat several times.

"Return...... Return ......"

The people around him chanted in unison, the sound resonated with the air, and the chaotic atmosphere became even stronger.

As the leader knelt on the ground and bowed his head, a dozen or so black-robed people made the same move.

Aono hurriedly lay down.

The black-robed people around them all pressed their foreheads to the ground, muttering something in their mouths, extremely focused, and didn't notice that Aono was in a very non-standard posture.

Aono looked at such a group of defenseless people and fell into deep thought.

Seemingly, a good opportunity to get your hands dirty?

He was thinking about it, when the air suddenly began to flow rapidly in the closed classroom.

A cloudy wind blows.

Cold and eerie.

In the central clearing, the lines and patterns were bright red as if they could drip blood, and there was an eerie red glow that lit up in the darkness.

There is something that is coming.

In the face of this change, the faces of the congregants under the hood were full of joy and frenzy, and their voices were hurried.

It was as if their world was left with only themselves, and the being that was about to come.

And Aono slowly lifted the knife in his hand......