"The Morishima Museum of Art caught fire?"

Su Qi was stunned.

"Yes, all the items inside were burned, and at the same time, you happened to have a car accident nearby, so it doesn't seem like an accident."

Andersen used the "lighter" to get the doctors, made them forget about Su Qi, and then left the hospital with Su Qi.

"Moby Dick, it's the international art thief, I saw a white whale tattoo on his palm, and he also knows about the mysterious world......"

Su Qi recounted what happened just now, his face was pale with sweat, this time the injury was not light, his blood loss had not eased, and ......

He raised his left hand, and on his left hand, there was a little finger missing.

Is the resilience of the ring virus failing?

Su Qi frowned, his hand clenched his fist, he had a strange feeling that his lost finger still existed, but it was like being tied by a thread and thrown into the fog, and he couldn't find it...... This clamping caused his fingers to not regenerate.

Why? What happened then? This is what the Moby Dick did? No, it doesn't make sense......

"It seems that Moby Dick is indeed an organization of mystics, and the London headquarters has been suspicious before, and the methods they use have exceeded the capabilities of ordinary people, and ...... What happened to your hand? ”

"I don't know, I haven't recovered, my divinity hasn't worked."

Su Qi told Hans Christian Andersen about his current situation, and one of his fingers was missing.

"There's no reason for Moby Dick to do that, it's some art thief, not a human body lover."

Hans Christian Andersen frowned slightly, turned around and went to a convenience store next to him, and bought sugar, salt, and small metal pendants...... came out and found a nearby restaurant with Su Qi and ordered some food.

"Hands on the table."

Su Qi put the hand that was missing one finger, palm up, on the table.

Hans Christian Andersen put salt, sugar, metal pendants, and the fried fish steak he had just ordered around Su Qi's hand, and dipped it in water to draw a mark.

It is a ritual of a kingdom system.

Su Qi couldn't see anything, the caster was Mr. Andersen, and after a while, Andersen frowned slightly and said:

"People in trouble have come to Tokyo."

"What do you mean?"

"You can't know yet, I'll have to discuss this with the council, and we'll get your finger back as soon as possible, lest it be used for some bad rituals that might affect you, ...... before then"

Hans Christian Andersen picked up the emperor's newly-dressed cane, and a new "finger" grew out of Su Qi's hand.

However, Sue started to do it, and there was no real feeling, it was just a disguise to help him avoid some troubles in his daily life.

"You've been going to have to be careful lately."

Hans Christian Andersen explained.

Su Qi nodded, he was barely a beginner mystic now, and he had a certain understanding of the principle of ritual.

medium, this is the most dangerous thing.

He had been cursed by Inukai before, and all he needed was a name, a photo, and a coin he used to spell him.

Now he has lost a part of his body, if someone is used for some ritual......

Before he could retrieve his fingers, he might have to be prepared for more terrifying troubles than the dog god.

Now I don't know what the intentions of the person who took his finger are.

……

Tokyo, Shibuya street.

As the birthplace of Tokyo's fashion culture, the birthplace of fashion brand clothing stores and trendy babes is full of factors that make women and young people go crazy.

Since the Heisei era, it has represented fashion and trends, and in the era of rising labor costs in every inch of land, the value of brand effect has gradually surpassed that of general industrial products.

Clothing, bags, perfumes, lipsticks, watches, expensive luxury goods, light luxury goods, fashion brands, design celebrities, catwalks, street culture......

From Daikanyama to Harajuku, from Shibuya babes to Harajuku-style colors, it's pop and edgy.

A unique trendy brand chain store on the streets of Harajuku, with simple black, white and gray tones, solemn and weird, strange skeletal skin modeling clothes and bags, which make ordinary people shudder.

The name of this interlocking brand store is "Skeleton House".

The Wreckage House brand is very niche, but it has a considerable number of fans, because its brand style is very weird, and it walks in a dark and terrifying style.

The design often uses some bones, organs, flesh and skin, and skin elements as selling points, and the workmanship is very realistic, as if it really uses human skin and bones as materials, which is sought after by some curiosity lovers.

I heard that the boss behind the wreckage house is a well-known designer in the international fashion circle, but this person has never shown his face in public, and ordinary people don't know who it is.

Today, there is a strange customer in the shop of this wrecked house in Shibuya.

A foreign man with a black umbrella, black sunglasses, and high cheekbones on a sunny day, visible tattoos can be seen on the man's neck and wrists.

The man entered the store, looked left and right, and went straight to the fitting room, opened the door and entered, and there was a mirror on the door, and directly opposite it was a life-size decorative portrait.

The portrait shows an inverted cross with an upside-down hanged man tied to it, holding a crown in both hands on his chest.

The man walked up to the portrait and put his hand against the chest of the hanged man on the reverse cross, wearing a bone ring that looked like it was made of bone, and whispered a ritual prayer in his mouth:

"St. Peter's Gate of the Lord, I am guilty......"

Blood, oozing from the bone ring, slipped down between the fingers, the light in the fitting room dimmed, the mirror behind him dimmed and lit up again, the figure disappeared, and in its place, the shadow of a room appeared, and the man turned and stepped in.

In the room, a human skin creaked on the sewing machine, the mannequin seemed to be painted with oil paint, the eyes blinked, the bones of different models on the workbench, the sun-dried blood vessels threaded through the needle, the flesh tailor, the polished eyeballs on the clamp table like precious diamonds embedded in the watch......

The man breathes in the atmosphere of the room in great comfort, the place of inspiration, the source of masterpieces, the birthplace of countless works that he considers great.

The man sanitized his hands in a leather pelvis, walked to the table and sat down, tidied up the workbench, turned on the backlight, took off his sunglasses and replaced them with a complex set of magnifying lenses, and then solemnly took it out of his pocket: a severed finger.

"It is a miracle that there is such a creation in the world, this is a treasure left by God......"

The man suppressed his frenzy in his eyes behind the lenses, whispered in his mouth, and looked at the amputated finger, as if it were not a stump, but some holy thing, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise.

"I'll polish you well, and you'll be the most outstanding piece of my work."

……