In the cold basement, formalin mixes with the stench of corpses, and corpses mix with blood to form a picture scroll that is no less than hell.

"Master Beichuan, you shouldn't have thought of it this time."

Suzuki Wen took out the glass again, poured himself another glass of wine, and then said with a smile: "Director last month had the habit of inspecting this place every day, and the reason why I came here was because she heard a movement at the entrance and notified me." ”

In fact, it is very normal for the other party to have accomplices, after all, transporting homeless patients is not something that can be done by one person.

And it can also be seen from the monitoring room, there are no surveillance cameras in this area of the office building, plus strange noises at night-

Beichuan Temple's face remained unchanged, and he looked at the two people indifferently and said, "Holding a gun? ”

"Although the director didn't have a gun license last month, as long as he has the capital, it's not uncommon to get this kind of thing." Suzuki shrugged and said unconcernedly.

In fact, even if you have a gun license in Japan, you only have shotguns and air guns, but the gun behind it obviously does not fall into between.

"Things have come to this, Master Beichuan, I don't want you to have such a stiff fight with me, how about it? Why don't we each take a step back, you bury this in the bottom of your heart, and I'll treat you like before - after all, I appreciate someone as capable as you. ”

Suzuki smiled.

He never panicked from start to finish.

He knows the physical fitness of Beichuan Temple, but even if it is powerful, can it be more powerful than modern firearms?

He doesn't think so.

Therefore, things are under his control from the beginning to the present.

Regarding Suzuki's statement, Kitagawa Temple just raised his eyelids and simply asked rhetorically:

"Narumi Kawakami, who was favored by Dean Suzuki last time, where is he lying now?"

This simple sentence made Suzuki Wen extremely difficult to look at, he took a deep breath, and his voice finally became cold:

"That is to say... Can't get along? ”

"Why ask the answer you knew from the beginning?" Kitagawa Temple asked in a cold tone.

"It's fifteen meters underground, and it's soundproofed all around." Fumimi Suzuki continued.

Kitagawa Temple was silent.

"Alas, it's a pity that I've always had expectations for Master Beichuan."

Suzuki shook his head helplessly, gestured to Kamitsukika, and then closed his eyes-

Bang!!!!

The sound of the bullet coming out of the chamber was particularly harsh.

In the smoke of gunpowder, Shang Yuexiang's frightened and frightened voice came out:

"How is that possible?"

In Shang Yuexiang's sight, Beichuan Temple's straight back was still straight, and there was a piercing chill in his eyes, which made her feel like she had fallen into an ice cellar.

Black gas... The black gas is spreading-

"How is that possible? What are you doing? Last month! Suzuki opened his eyes and also saw the scene of Kitagawa Temple unscathed.

"I don't know! I don't know! Kamitsukika made a frightened voice: "The bullet is obviously fired!" It's right to out! ”

But why hasn't Beichuan Temple fallen yet?

Why hasn't the complexion of Kitagawa Temple changed?

Under the gaze of Kamizukika, Beichuan Temple's eyes were blackened by black gas, and the black eyes that did not see the slightest whites of her eyes were nailed to her face.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Three more shots were fired, and this time not only Kamizuki, but even Suzuki Wen next to him could see it clearly.

The bullet fired, and then collided with the light black mist that gathered in an instant, and then—

It was bounced off?!

The bullets that landed on the ground made a sizzling sound, and in a few moments the shell was completely corroded.

The black mist was like a strong acid, and it was terrifying.

What kind of monster is this...

"You... You're not human..."Kamitsuki took two steps back, two trembling.

"You're embarrassed to say such a thing?"

Kitagawa Temple was a little dumbfounded.

This huge underground corpse processing factory is the masterpiece of her and Suzuki Fumi.

These two scum who exterminated humanity were embarrassed to say such things?

Seeing that the other party was about to shoot, Beichuan Temple stretched out his palm and directly pulled the pistol out of her hand.

Yes, pull it off.

Shang Yuexiang's fingers were still on the trigger, and when she pulled it, her index finger was twisted directly with the crisp sound of broken bones.

After snatching the hand, Kitagawa Temple moved and directly kicked Kamizuki to Suzuki Fumi, who was about to escape.

"Ah!!h

Kamitsuki Xiang screamed and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Kitagawa Temple kicked her with a kick that didn't know how many ribs she had broken.

And Suzuki Wen was his head bumped on the shelf, and his brain was confused for a moment, and he couldn't lift his strength at all.

The two of them put their hands on their feet, their feet on their hands and fell together, their faces full of horror of the unknown.

Yes.

It's not that they're afraid of the person of Kitagawa Temple.

Rather, he was afraid of the unknown in him.

Originally, they thought that they were in control of the overall situation from the beginning to the end, but they didn't expect that in the eyes of Beichuan Temple, their behavior turned out to be so powerless.

This is just a simple dead qi shaping of Kitagawa Temple.

Since the basic mastery of death qi has been improved to a higher level, he has become more and more comfortable in mastering death qi, and this kind of death qi mastery is like a pediatric.

Beichuan Temple's eyes flashed with a cold light and walked towards the two.

"Y-What do you want to do?!" Kazuki Xianghua screamed in horror with a disgraced face.

What do you want to do?

The foot of Beichuan Temple stopped, and a smile appeared on his face:

"I'm going to knock out the brains of both of you."

Brains to knock out?!

Shang Yuexiang struggled to get up, but she couldn't stand up at all with several broken ribs, she could only grope for bottles and cans to smash Beichuan Temple.

Kitagawa Temple stepped directly on her wrist!

With a crisp click, her face distorted in pain.

Kitagawa Temple kicked on the other side of her body, and Kamitsuki Xiang rolled directly under the two-story shelf.

She only felt that her whole body was about to fall apart, and she could only convulse in pain, lying on the ground and moaning unconsciously.

Kitagawa Temple didn't speak, pulled Suzuki Wen up from the ground, and punched him in the face without saying a word.

Suzuki's face immediately swollen with a large lump.

He looked at the expressionless Beichuan Temple in pain, and muttered in his mouth: "Let me go, Master Beichuan, I will go and turn myself in, please." ”

In response to Suzuki's plea for mercy, Kitagawa Temple raised his hand and smashed it on his abdomen.

Under the blow of this strength, Suzuki Wen twitched all over his body, and he couldn't stop vomiting.

Vomit –

Beichuan Temple's eyes were cold, and he looked at him and vomited:

"It's fifteen meters down here, and it's soundproofed. Dean Suzuki. ”

Beichuan Temple raised his hand to pull him up, punched him again, and sneered: "I have already called the police when I came over, and I hope that during the time that the police come, the three of us can get along a little more 'happily'." ”

“... Kitagawa..."

Fumimi Suzuki was lifted up again weakly.

"Even if you die here quietly, who knows?" Kitagawa lifted him up, then threw his body to the ground and kicked him with a heavy kick.

Boom!

The human body hit the wall, and the shelf shook and shook.

Looking at the two people who were about the same, Beichuan Temple exhaled a breath of turbidity.

From the very beginning, he knew that Kamitsukika was here, and Kitagawa Temple, who knew all this, still said so many useless things to Suzuki Wen, because -

Kitagawa Temple took out a voice recorder from his pocket.

The voice recorder is pale pink.,It's the voice recorder that Kamiya Miku handed over to Kitagawa Temple when he last investigated the middle of the island.,Later, because of Suzuki Wen's file.,Kitagawa Temple forgot to return it to Kamiya Mira.。

This is a record of all the words that Suzuki Fumi and Kamizuki Xiang just said.

Kamitsuki and Suzuki Fumi, who were lying on the ground, also saw the recorder in Kitagawaji's hand, and their faces showed a look of despair.

If there is anything else that can be quibbled, what is the explanation of the voice in the voice recorder?

Even if the sound can be processed, what about the gunfire and the pistol at the scene?

In any case, Suzuki is expected to spend the rest of his life in prison.

No... Maybe not in prison.

Kitagawa Temple turned his head to look at the other side.

Slow, heavy footsteps can be heard from the basement entrance.

Because there is no dead gas attached, there are no signs of corrosion.

A jet-black figure carrying a shovel slowly appeared on the basement staircase.

This is the spirit of the geist, and it is also Narumi Kawakami.

As I said earlier, Narumi Kawakami is not a resentful spirit... To be precise, he hasn't turned into a wraith yet.

The soul thoughts he revealed were just the soul thoughts of a simple wandering soul.

Neither good nor evil.

Kitagawa Temple did not get rid of Kawakami Narumi, and the sapper shovels are still intact to this point.

There is no dead air attached, so there is no trace of erosion in the sapper shovel.

Everything before was also just a scene in front of Suzuki Fumi.

is still the same sentence, don't think that facial paralysis can't act.

Kitagawa Temple felt that he could still do a good job if he wanted to do it.

"Ahh Ahh

Kamitsuki squeezed out a frightened voice from her throat, and she looked at this black, tall figure, her hands and feet twitched with fright.

Narumi Kawakami was smashed in the skull, and the rest of the place was intact, but because of the death of him, he also looked terrifying.

The eyes hanging upside down, the mouth that opened unconsciously, the viscous brownish and fishy liquid that slipped from the forehead from time to time, the scarred body...

Kitagami Temple saw Kawakami Narumi, and Kawakami Narumi naturally saw Kitagami Temple.

He carried a shovel and came to the extremely frightened Kamitsuki and Suzuki Fumi.

The bloodstained cold shovel was raised—

But Kitagawa Temple chose to watch from the sidelines.

He has no position to stop Narumi Kawakami from taking revenge.

Bang!!!!!

The shovel smashed down under the desperate and frightened cries of Kamizuki and Suzuki.

Subsequently—

Slammed into the ground.

Narumi Kawakami stopped his hand, and a hint of clarity flashed in his eyes full of resentment.

He struggled to take two steps back and handed the shovel to the side of the Kitagawa Temple.

"Huh?"

Kitagawa Temple glanced at his movements with some strange eyes. ‘

Narumi Kawakami: It's... Want to pick up a shovel yourself?

This shovel is something that is condensed by Narumi Kawakami's thoughts, and there may be something left in it.

Kitagawa Temple thought for a moment, and reached out to hold the shovel.

There are memories that come back.

It was last Monday, and Narumi Kawakami, who had just finished observing Nanami's condition, was going to the office building to ask Suzuki for two days off to visit his mother.

And just as he walked to the door of the office building, a strange sound came from the stairwell on the right.

Narumi Kawakami happened to see Suzuki walking over with a movable bed.

With inexplicable curiosity, Narumi Kawakami quietly followed in the footsteps of Suzuki Fumi, and then discovered the basement where the corpse was processed.

He asked Suzuki with an angry tone, but Suzuki laughed disapprovingly and said the same words as when he met Kitagawa Temple.

And just when Kawakami Narumi refused and was about to call the police, the jet-black sharp shovel smashed into his head from behind, and with a whirlwind of the sky, Kawakami Narumi vomited blood foam, and fell to the ground with convulsions.

Narumi Kawakami, who fell to the ground, widened his eyes, and his pupils reflected the man with a shovel-

Incense on the moon.

All the memories are gone here.

And this is the cause of Narumi Kawakami's death.

Kitagawa Temple reopened his eyes, only to find that Narumi Kawakami had already knelt down.

His jet-black spirit body was entangled with wisps of soaring resentment.

The resentment is very subtle, but it has been wrapped around like maggots on the tarsal bones.

"A doctor's hand is used to save people."

Kitagawa Temple muttered this sentence.

This sentence is the most words that Kawakami Narumi said when facing the repeated temptation of Suzuki Wen.

This may be the bottom line of Narumi Kawakami, a doctor, or he may just be a rookie doctor, but in terms of medical ethics, he has always had his own bottom line.

Even if he became a geist, Narumi Kawakami did not choose to take revenge with his own hands.

And when he handed over the shovel to Beichuan Temple, he had already expressed his meaning very clearly on the shore.

Narumi Kawakami is still in the state of a wandering spirit, but if this continues, the resentment on his body will only continue to increase, and it will only be a matter of time before he becomes a resentful spirit.

If he wants to become a resentful spirit that harms people, it is better for Beichuan Temple to end him now.

Kitagawa Temple was silent for a long time.

Narumi Kawakami also kept his neck out for a long time.

Beichuan Temple shook his head gently, his wrist flicked, and the thick and thick Jianding fell into his hand-

Poof!!!!

Jet-black liquid splashed everywhere!

Under the gaze of Kitagawa Temple, Narumi Kawakami's spirit gradually overflowed.

The spirit turned into a strange and magnificent particle of light and flew up and down, and then quickly flew out of the basement and flew towards the main building of the Second Mental Hospital.

It was late at night, and most of the patients had already fallen asleep.

But Nanami Can't Sleep After Tossing and Turning.

She was restless and didn't know what she should do.

The bored little girl had to drag the patient's slippers and wear a blue and white striped patient gown to the window.

Nanami Kana saw the light particles.

Magnificent and strange particles of light flying in the sky.

As if saying goodbye to Nanami Chana, the light particles spun in a circle and soared towards the sky.

"Big Brother Narumi..."

Nanami Kana looked at the light particles, and then took a deep breath hard-

"Thank you! Big brother Narumi! Bye!!! Big Brother Narumi !! ”

The crisp children's voice pierces far through the night sky... Far away...

It was a day in the second psychiatric hospital.

It was also a day like usual.