The space began to rumble and shift again.

This symbolic shift reminded Kitagawa Temple of something, and when he walked out the door, he immediately noticed that the small round table had changed.

The original cake, small paper plates, and tea set are all gone, leaving only a note on the table.

Kitagawa Temple stretched out his hand to see what was written on this piece of paper.

But the moment it came into contact with the piece of paper, countless thoughts and thoughts roared out of it, and countless pictures flashed quickly in front of Kitagawa Temple.

Sitting on the stage, wearing a white hunting suit, Shina Hida with bright red lips.

Hida Kyoko standing beside her with her hands raised high.

Underneath are the believers who kneel under the black press.

The light shone on Hida Ma's small body, making her whole person look ruthless and indifferent.

The screen flashed.

This is the master bedroom of Hida's house that Kitagawa Temple investigated just now, Hida An is sitting at the table looking at the company documents in his hand, his brows are tightly locked, and he looks in a bad mood.

Behind him, young Hida Shina was pinching the stick figure she had drawn, standing in the shadows and watching Hida An.

She seemed to want to say something, but in the end she didn't.

The picture flashed again-

This is what looks like Hida Shina's room, with a pale pink carpet, a small white wooden horse projection toy in the corner, a small desk cleaned up, and a children's bed.

Ding Ding Ding Dong –

The small wooden horse projection toy has been opened, the crisp and pleasant nursery rhyme music sounds, and the white wooden horse beats up and down with a faint rhythm.

Shadows of stars, circles, and triangles fill the room, making it look like a dream.

In the middle of the room.

Hida Kyoko was hugging Hida Mana, and her voice was sad and sad: "Poor... That's good, pitiful... That's true. ”

Hida Mana leaned against Hida Kyoko's chest, biting her lower lip tightly, her eyes flashing, not knowing what she was thinking.

Slowly, a bloody color appeared on the bodies of the two of them.

The brilliance of bright white becomes the color of human blood.

The five-pointed stars slowly became twisted and hideous.

The circle writhed and twitched, like a smiling human face.

The triangular projection is like a bloodstained boning knife, sharp enough to make people dare not approach.

The crisp and melodious nursery rhyme music is elongated, accompanied by a clucking and unpleasant fricative.

Elongated background –

The scene goes back to the present.

The room with the mirror image upside down still changed in front of me.

The candle of the cake on the table has been extinguished, the green tea and milk have been spilled, and the smell of the stinky tea and the sour smell of milk have been mixed together, making people feel like throwing up.

Kitagawa Temple looked out the door consciously.

I don't know when, Hida An has been resurrected, he stood at the door, but he didn't dare to come in, he could only look at Kitagawa Temple with a dull and resentful gaze.

Since he can't come in, Beichuan Temple won't waste his energy on him.

Kitagawa Temple picked up the piece of paper in his hand and looked at it.

Blood-red characters jump into the eye.

"Daddy killed me, Daddy killed Mom."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Because we're family."

"We're family."

"A family forever and ever."

The twisted and frenzied handwriting was left on it with the urge to kill the paper in half.

Kitagawa Temple put down the piece of paper in his hand and looked at the innermost room as if he was aware of it.

At some point, the mirror obstruction in the innermost room had disappeared and the door was open.

Kitagawa Temple put the piece of paper in his pocket, ignored Hida An behind him, and walked inside.

It's a little girl's room.

Pink carpet.

Little white horse projection toy.

Small desk.

Children's beds.

Small wardrobes.

It's all come to this point, and Beichuan Temple will naturally not hesitate anymore.

He stood inside the room, scanning around, hoping to find something.

But before he could find anything, Nishikujo scratched Kitagawa Temple's face pitifully, and stretched out his round hand to point to the small changing wardrobe.

"Huh? Is there anything in there? ”

Nishikujo nodded pitifully, confirming Kitagawa Temple's guess.

Kitagawa Temple opened the small wardrobe.

There were a lot of clothes worn by the little girl inside.

Skirts, down jackets, autumn clothes、...

But Kitagawa Temple was not interested in these at all, he reached out and unwrapped his clothes, and only then did he find out-

On the inner panel of the wardrobe, there is a handwriting written in black crayons.

The moment he came into contact with these black crayon handwritings, Kitagawa Temple felt that a lot of things seemed to rush into his mind.

The voice of the immature little girl sounded ghostly in her ears.

"It was a night, the night of my tenth birthday."

"The TV at home is broken, and it has always been in a state of blurry screen."

"Mom called, and someone will come to fix the TV soon."

"We put candles on the cake."

"Then I prepared my father's favorite black tea."

"Green tea, milk, it's all ready."

"And then—"

The tone of the memory interrupted, replaced by an incomprehensible tone of resentment.

The cold voice is like a maggot that gradually crawls up the rotting corpse, and it can't finish patting, and it can't shake it off.

"Daddy killed me."

"Daddy killed Mommy."

"Daddy didn't kill himself."

Kitagawa Temple's eyes twinkled, and he looked behind him.

Before I knew it, the little wooden horse toy in the room began to spin again.

Accompanied by elongated eerie horror music, the projection is turned on.

A crimson glow pressed down.

A sharp, piercing five-pointed star.

Weirdly twisted circles.

Sharp triangles.

Grunting on the wall, across the face of Kitagawa Temple.

In this environment, Kitagawa Temple saw a little girl holding a ball in her hand and constantly patting it.

Bang, bang, bang.

The ball makes a dull noise when it comes into contact with the ground.

Bang ——!

The ball was pinched in the hands of a little girl in a white dress.

The music stops, the wooden horse shatters to pieces, the children's beds are covered with dust again, the bright windows are in tatters, the floor is littered with the carcasses of small animals...

"Big brother."

A bleak euphemistic tone sounded.

The little girl's big black eyes looked directly at Beichuan Temple, and her miserable little white face had an indescribable pitiful expression:

"I just want to live with my mom and dad all the time—"

"Can't you?"

"Big brother?"

She squeezed the ball in her hand tightly, and her body trembled slightly under the cold gaze of Beichuan Temple.

Kitagawa Temple was silent.

The little girl looks like this, as long as she is a caring person, she probably won't do anything to her, right?

Kitagawa Temple is also a caring person, so he-

Beichuan Temple stepped back, and the other hand flashed with a cold brilliance, and slashed backwards!

As if it could pierce the air, it stabbed the resentful spirits behind him.

This is a short-haired female wraith.

Her pale face was distorted, black liquid was dripping from the edge of her mouth, and her sharp fingers were aimed at Kitagawaji's head, just one step away from stabbing it.

Zizi Zizi –

The smell of burnt paste came out of its body again, and Kitagawa Temple simply pulled out Kaneda, pulled it over with the other hand, and carried Kanada with his right hand.

With this understatement, the opponent's head was thrown high.

The headless spirit fell, and Hida on the other side was stunned.

"You seem to have some ability to block Kagura Suzu's perception." Kitagawa Temple will be stained with jet-black liquid and shake it off.

The black blood streaks flung to the ground, pulling out a hideous trace.

Beichuan Temple stood on the backlit side, and the whole person's expression seemed to be a little unclear.

In fact, Kitagawa Temple has never believed in Hida Shina.

No matter how miserable her life experience is, Beichuan Temple has never believed her.

After all, Hida Shina will pull people into the spiritual realm mercilessly and kill them.

Even if she did have some remnants of some of the good side of humanity during her lifetime, it was all gone.

Standing in front of Beichuan Temple, it was just a resentful spirit.

And in the face of resentful spirits, what Beichuan Temple needs to do is-

Kantashi flickered between his fingers, and Hida Shina trembled just by looking at it.

It seems that she does have remnants of human wisdom.

But in the end, Xinxing is still just a little girl, and she can only carry out some lame sneak attacks.

Under Kitagawa Temple's gaze, Hida Shina's expression became distorted.

She screamed and was about to melt into the wall and escape.

But—

Zizizizi.

The smell of burning came out again, and Hida Shina realized that his room was unknowingly covered with death by Kitagawa Temple.

That's why I said that Hida is really a child's heart.

Beichuan Temple shook his head secretly.

Beichuan Temple, who already has a certain understanding of her elusive ability, will definitely not let her escape so easily this time.

From the moment he stepped into this room, Kitagawa Temple was already secretly covering the walls of the entire room with dead air.

The ceilings, walls, and windows, were already covered in dead air, and Hida couldn't leave as easily as before.

As soon as Hida Shina appears, it's all over.

Hida Shina wants to win sympathy, and Kitagawa Temple is also preparing for the removal of spirits.

This was what Kitagawa Temple had planned from the beginning.

According to Kitagawa Temple's observations, Shina Hida himself seems to have little combat power.

Her difficulty lies in her control of the Hemu apartment in the mirror.

Hida Shina can create a mirror that blocks and settles, and can also hide the aura of other resentful spirits, if it weren't for Nishikujo's pitiful silent reminder of Kitagawa Temple, maybe he would really be able to do it.

Smack.

The ball slipped from Hida Shina's palm, and black tears welled up in her eyes as a resentful spirit.

"Don't..."

She stepped back and looked at Beichuan Temple with a knife on her face.

"I really don't want to die..."

Looking at her appearance, Beichuan Temple was unmoved, and he walked over step by step.

Shina Hida kept backing and then fell to the ground.

Behind her, a wall covered with death, and in front of her, the expressionless Beichuan Temple.

She looked at Beichuan Temple and shouted viciously:

"Why?! Why is it all true? ”

"Mom hugged Shina and cried every day, but Shina knew that her eyes would always be only on her father."

"But Dad works every day, every day, every day!"

She kept tearing her hair with both hands.

Her hair was ripped off along with her scalp, black liquid was stained all over her palms, her eyes were rolling abnormally, and her voice was a little dull.

"The Thousand Mirrors Mutual Masonic Association has been founded, Dad should be happy, right?"

"That's really the Sect Master."

"Again... Praise me... Daddy..."

Smack.

Beichuan Temple stood firm, and the kanji in his hand was raised high.

Hida Shina subconsciously closed his eyes, and until this death, he was full of resentment towards the world.

Hida didn't have a full childhood.

Shina Hida was just one person from the beginning to the end.

In the end, it is also necessary to continue walking alone.

I hate my mother, and I can never see my shadow in her gaze.

I hate my dad, he never finishes his official duties, and he doesn't even have time to hug me.

I hate insatiable believers.

I...

Many thoughts swirled in the spirit.

But the strange thing is that the dagger of Beichuan Temple has not fallen for a long time.

Hida Shina opened her eyes.

I found that there was a person lying on my stomach next to Beichuan Temple, constantly struggling to crawl towards her.

He had lenses stuck in his head, and the middle-aged man's face was completely deformed.

"Daddy..."

Hida's body trembled.

She can control most of the resentful spirits in Hemu's apartment, and she can even resurrect them with the help of Hemu's apartment.

In the same way, as long as the resentful spirits stay in Hemu's apartment, they should follow her orders.

Hida Shina has always resented his father, and he is not allowed to step into this house as a resentful spirit, and if he enters Hida's house, his spirit will be peeled off layer by layer.

But—

The pitch-black liquid oozed from his eye sockets, and Hida looked at her father, who had turned into a resentful spirit.

As a result of stepping into this home, his deformed face was bloody and blurred, and his eyes were hanging out.

Half of his legs have melted.

There were blinding black blood streaks on the floor.

The sound of the wrath was incessant, and the distorted sound indicated how much pain the wraith had suffered.

Even so, he kept crawling towards Hida Shina.

Beichuan Temple stood still, and his heart was also a little touched.

As mentioned earlier, all parts of this room are covered in dead air, including the doorway.

That's the enemy of the spirits.

Looking at the current appearance of Hidaan, it is enough to explain a lot of problems.

How can people's thoughts have such a powerful power?

Beichuan Temple was stunned in his hand, and then he turned it over and took it into his hand, silently watching all this.

Under Hida Ma's dark tear-stained expression, Hida An, who had done her best, finally came to her side.

"Ahh Ahh

Hidaan has lost the ability to speak.

He could only stretch out his half-dissolved palm to her.

"Daddy..."Shina Hida struggled to move over.

Hidaan's palm rested on Hida Shina's little head.

He gently rubbed Hida Shina's little head, and then tried to stretch out his other arm, which was almost gone...

Hida Ann seems to want to hug Hida Mana.

And yet—

This time, the palm of the hand was never raised.

Hida Ann's spirit, which had completely dissolved from the lower half of his body, stopped moving and fell to the ground.

At that moment...

Hida really screamed out heartbreakingly.

But no matter what she was shouting, she couldn't be heard by Hida An.

This time, his spirit body truly dissipated.