Black Gate Club.

Su Qi came over after the club activities, and he wanted to ask Hans Christian Andersen about the ghosts and gods of the transfer students in the class.

But when I arrived, I found that there was an unfamiliar face.

Hans Christian Andersen introduced him:

"Su Qi is here, let me introduce you, this is Ms. Shan Lu Zod, one of the two members of the Tokyo branch transferred by the Black Gate this time."

"You're a newcomer, you're still a student......"

Yamaruzod looked at it with interest.

"We use child labor, no problem, right?"

“……”

Su Qi was full of question marks.

Andersen said: "I don't think so, can you help him with physical training and gun use training by the way." ”

Su Qi was stunned when he heard this, do you still need this kind of training?

"Do I need a gun too?"

"Of course, you've also seen Gu Xuanniao, and you know that the Pioneer Church, whether it's ghosts or gods, it's not easy to deal with, you have to have some coping skills."

Andersen said on the chessboard of the rich man's chess, throwing the dice.

"I don't have a deep attainment in this area, I have enough for my own use, and I am not good at teaching, I told you before, the members of the Black Gate are divided into collectors and containers.

Containers like Ms. Yamaruzod are more professional in dealing with demons and conformists. ”

"Do you hear that, newcomer, you'll be in my hands from now on."

Shanlu Zodd stood up and walked to Su Qi's side, reached out and touched his shoulder and lumbar spine, and knocked on his ribs.

"Passing physical fitness, there is exercise."

She walked aside, took out a dart from the dart box and handed it to Su Qi, pointing to the dart board on the wall.

"Aim for the bullseye and throw."

Ms. Yamaruzod is quite a strong person.

Su Qi took the dart, looked at it, raised his hand to aim and threw it out.

At a position of nearly 3 meters, although it did not hit accurately, it also hit near the bull's-eye.

In the process, Shan Lu Zod observed the action posture and force of Su Qi raising his hand to aim and throw.

"On the weekend, we go to the shooting range for training, and I'll take you to touch the gun, and by the way, teach you some simple hand-to-hand combat skills."

Su Qi nodded in agreement.

He then asked Hans Christian Andersen about the ghosts and gods of the transfer students, and said that he wanted to investigate the background of its formation.

Andersen's opinion is that it can be tried.

Su Qi asked some more questions about learning the introductory knowledge of the occult in the past few days, played a few moves of rich chess, and then left.

Go to Akihabara to finish today's fiction and go home.

……

At night, Tram Theater.

Because of the murder of "King Macbeth", the theater was cordoned off by the Metropolitan Police Department to protect the scene, and it cannot operate normally today.

Although the theater manager had a headache, he had no choice but to watch the closure of the business and lose money.

The actors and the drama staff have all returned, and the small theater is empty, and it is more convenient for people with evil intentions to lurk in the dark.

In the darkness, a figure groped into the rest room of Okumura, where Okumura died and fell, drawing something with chalk......

"Smack."

The lights were suddenly turned on, illuminating the house.

Jiutou walked in, looked at the people in the house, and said, "Are you interested in telling me why you killed this person?" ”

"What are you talking about, I don't understand, I'm just here to find what has fallen."

Jiutou looked at the ceremonial array that the other party had drawn with chalk on the ground and shook his head.

"I don't think you're an innocent."

"Okumura died in an accident."

"No, you killed him."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"What he told me personally was that you forcibly injected him with antibiotics while he was drunk."

"He's dead."

"For my profession, corpses tend to speak more than living people, Oda-san."

Nine heads exhaled the name of the real murderer.

That's right, the one who killed "King Macbeth".

It's not the trainee actor Nobuto who was squeezed and despaired, nor the theater manager, but the actress who reported Okumura's workplace harassment to the theater manager.

"I wonder why you killed him, his workplace harassment bothered you?"

"Or else?"

"I'm afraid it's more than that, you and Mr. Nobuyo's relationship is lovers."

"This matter has nothing to do with Mr. Nobuyo!"

"Let me guess, he instigated you?"

"No!"

Oda's expression gradually darkened, and he spoke out angrily:

"It's all Okumura's fault! It's the theater's fault! Mr. Nobuto is obviously working hard for this role, rehearsing and practicing.

But every time he takes the stage, it's a drunkard! A lazy clown! It's not fair! ”

"So you killed him? Do you think that by killing Thashin Fuji, you can replace him? ”

"No, Mr. Nobuyo's chance, he has been diagnosed with inflammation of his vocal cords, and if he doesn't want to completely lose his voice in the future, he can't perform at high intensity anymore.

His career as an actor is over, and he's going to leave this stage forever, oh, no, because that damn drunkard, he's never been on this stage. ”

"That can't be a legal reason for you to cross the law."

Dr. Kutou took out his phone and took pictures of Oda and the ritual array on the ground.

In the capitalist world, two-thirds of the murders of impulses are born out of class contradictions.

People are fragile, madness is like a serious illness, just a gentle push, let emotions overcome reason, and sin will fall to the ground.

"This theater is guilty! Their laziness, their greed, their utilitarianism, killed Mr. Nobuyo's career as an actor! ”

Oda's expression became more and more distorted.

In the depths of the sea, invisible to the human eye, the crown of the ghost god Macbeth is dripping blood.

Madness will cover the eyes of reason.

"I'm going to make them all pay! Okumura is just the first one, and there is also the theater manager, and this theater ......"

"No, you'll be arrested before then."

The Hydra shook his head.

"No, the angels will come to help me!"

Miss Oda suddenly took out a knife and slashed it in the palm of her hand!

Blood, sprinkled on the ground in the ceremonial array.

An indescribable weirdness that came in an instant!

"Whatever is an angel will become an angel."

Mysterious whispers lingered in the ears.

In the blink of an eye, a stone statue appeared in the middle of the ceremony.

The stone statue takes the form of a human, wearing a crown of laurel leaves, with feathers and wings spread out on its back, like a pious angel bathed in holy light.

Holy...... Uncanny......

"Tick."

A tear slipped from the corner of the gargoyle's eye.

The nine-headed doctor frowned.

The stone statue of a weeping angel? What is it?

Without waiting for her to speak, in the blink of an eye, the stone statue of the weeping angel seemed to ...... Changed the move?

"The great weeping angel will bring purification to this filthy theater!"

Miss Oda seems to have been delirious under the influence of the unspeakable mystery, took a pill, and then her eye socket began to gush blood.

She's blind.

A blind woman, a strange stone statue.

Jiutou felt more and more that something was wrong with this place, and turned around to leave, but the moment he lost the vision of the stone statue in his eyes, he heard a "click".

Turning his head, the blind Oda was dead.

Broken neck by the Weeping Angel.

The Weeping Angel Stone Statue moves!

The nine hairs stood on end, and they turned around to escape.

But I felt something behind me approaching quickly.

She hurriedly turned back!

The stone statue stopped a meter in front of her, and the weeping angel had a hideous face and a mouth full of fangs.

A pair of mossy hands were reaching for her neck.

……