Midsummer, night, flashlight in the shape of a vertical light, man carrying something on his back.

This is definitely the beginning of a horror film or a suspense film, no matter in that movie, which attracted the attention of Kitagawa Temple.

This should be the memory of Haru Kusakabe... Or a scene from a memory.

Under his gaze, Tsuchiya Mototo walked straight into the storeroom, and Kitagawa Temple followed step by step.

Boom.

There was a muffled sound.

Tsuchiya Moto, who was wearing a security uniform, violently threw the things he was carrying to the ground.

Hmph –

A muffled grunt came from the black bag.

"Damn, the police have noticed me."

Tsuchiya Mototo muttered to himself as he opened the cloth bag.

At this time, Beichuan Temple saw the 'items' in it.

It was a girl.

A girl who is a little out of shape.

Looking over from Kitagawa Temple, he could clearly see that the front of the girl's short hair had traces of being burned, a large patch, and there were burns from cigarette butts everywhere all over her body, and there were many traces of wax oil on her face.

The back of the hand, the arm, there are black and blue marks of being beaten. A high lump of swelling on his face almost made Beichuan Temple a little unrecognizable of the other party's appearance.

Sunshine part of the spring.

Kitagawa Temple narrowed his eyes, glanced at Kusakabe Haru, and then at Tsuchiya Moto, who had changed from docile to hideous face, and took a slight breath.

Kusakabe Haru was covered with a plastic tape covering his mouth, and he was already dying, and he could only look helplessly at Tsuchiya Moto with those big black and white eyes, looking helplessly at Kitagawa Temple.

Seeing this expression, Tsuchiya Mototo, who suddenly pulled out his baton from his waist, tears welled up on his face for some reason, and he shouted emotionally: "What the hell do you want me to do?!" ”

"What the hell do you want me to do?!"

"What the hell do you want me to do!?"

"Yongzi!"

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

The baton flickered and made one crisp sound after another on the human body, and the girl's face became even paler, mixed with painful sobs.

Tsuchiya Moto kept beating Haru Wasakabe with his baton, looking at the black marks on her body, and looking at her frightened expression as she kept curling up, he only felt satisfied and comfortable.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! I forgot! You are not a Yongzi! You're just an impostor! Imposters should have their own place! Not bad! Not bad! ”

Tsuchiya Moto's voice sounded very pleasant, but his face was extremely painful.

With the frightened expression on the girl's face, he took out the equipment that had been placed in the corner to mix cement.

As mentioned earlier, the equipment and the cement piled in the corners are inspected only once every two to three weeks, and even if they were appropriated now, no one would notice.

Because two or three weeks later, Tsuchiya Mototo has already been arrested and confessed to all of them, who would focus on such a trivial matter as the loss of two bags of cement that only the school knows about?

Woo! Woowoo!!

As if she knew what she was going to do next, she let out a sound of horror and twitched with fear.

She kept moving her body backwards, but that didn't change anything.

Tsuchiya Mototo dragged a waste oil drum about a person high from the corner, and then lifted Haruchi Kusakabe from the ground, and then stuffed her into the oil drum.

Seeing her hands and feet tied and frantically struggling inside the oil drum, Tsuchiya Motoha laughed.

The sound of the blender rumbled.

In such a dreary, hot night, there was only a very small movement, and the warehouses were in the middle of nowhere, so no one would have noticed what was going on here.

One by one, the cement slipped and poured into the oil drum, but Hisakabe Haru could only use his already scarred body to keep hitting the abandoned oil drum.

But it didn't work.

She struggled to stand on her tiptoes, her eyes looking around in fear, and she let out a high-pitched sob.

Eventually, the cement went over her neck.

Then it went over her head and covered it up completely.

During this time, Tsuchiya Mototo held the discarded oil drum with both hands and stopped the action of Hsashita Haru from hitting the cement.

Under the gaze of Kitagawa Temple, he cried and laughed.

The laughter is louder than the crying, and the expression is the expression of the abuser, the abuser.

Tsuchiya Gen is really conflicted.

While beating the Hisakabe Haru.,At the same time, he shouted the names of other women.,As if treating the Hisakabe Haru as another woman.。

From the tears he shed, Kitagawa Temple could also see that Tsuchiya Moto's expression was painful and distorted, struggling and soothing.

Maybe he himself is a person with mental problems, or maybe the lack of maternal love and father's love when he was a child has created such a person.

But no matter what, Kitagawa Temple definitely doesn't sympathize with Tsuchiya Moto.

A murderer is a murderer, there is nothing else to say.

"......" Kitagawa Temple shook his head gently as he looked at the discarded oil barrels that kept shaking until the end and slowly stopped struggling.

He could only watch as Tsuchiya Moto sadisted, injected cement, and then dragged out the discarded oil drums and buried them behind the warehouse.

Kitagawa Temple can't imagine what happened to the middle of the sun in those forty days.

I don't want to imagine how those forty days of spring were spent.

The former Kusakabe Haru may be kind, but she is just a resentful spirit who ruthlessly kills others when she turns into a tired girl.

What to do at Kitagawa Temple is very simple -

The bottom of his hand flipped at the same time, and the dead air suddenly poured into it, and a crystal cold light flashed in the air!

With the sound of 'tearing' like tearing through the cloth, everything around was torn, and Beichuan Temple had already crossed the iron fence and stood in front of the storehouse.

"You're finally... Woke up. Kamiju Makie stammered.

Kagura Suzu's voice was crisp and urgent, and in front of the gods stationed in Makie and Kitagawa Temple, a white-skinned faceless woman was slowly emerging from the ground.

Sunshine part of the spring.

"You were pulled into the dream world just now, and I... And poor has been preventing the other party from coming directly to... Your body hands-on. ”

"But... Probably because here... In the place where she died... So her ability to pull people into dreams... It's also very powerful. This is already ... For the fourth time. ”

Because it was right next to her own corpse, the tired girl was able to regenerate almost infinitely, and as a mid-level resentful spirit, she had such an ability.

"Si-kun!"

Miku Kamiya's voice sounded behind him.

She stood outside the iron fence with a pale-faced Yoko Nakano, looking at Kitagawa Temple with worried eyes.

"Thank you this time." Kitagawa Temple turned his head sideways and thanked the god Maki-e.

If he let Hwasa Haru attack his body in reality, he shouldn't be able to see all the processes of her death that the other party constructed, and he might not be able to use a voodoo doll.

Therefore, it is inevitable to thank God for his residency in Maki-e.

At this time, Nishikujo also jumped out.

She touched Kitagawa Temple's face with her round hand, signaling that she also wanted to praise and thank her.

"Go back and buy you some pretty clothes for the dolls."

Kitagawa Temple replied.

"Really... Thanks to... Then hurry up and give it to me... Buy a mobile phone. The voice of the god resident Makie stumbled, and the pale golden air flow in his hand blew the tired woman away.

For the request of the god stationed in Maki-e, Kitagawa Temple did not respond for the time being, he just pulled it out neatly from the bottom of his sleeve.

Then the other hand constructed a dead cross giant shovel, and the whole person rushed towards the spring of the sun.

What he wanted to do was simple.

Dig out the discarded gasoline barrels and let everything that used to be an end.

And the spring of the sun, which has become a resentful spirit, is overtaken by him.

It's as simple as that.

Under the gaze of Mirai Kamiya and Yoko Nakano, Kitagawa Temple bent his arm to accumulate strength, and then aimed at the head of Haru Hisakabe, and threw the cross shovel in his hand out.

Click!!

Like the sound of a watermelon exploding, Hirushita's head was shot through by a cross shovel, and the blue and white skin spilled all over the ground, and the fishy yellow contents and jet-black liquid were viscously poured all over the ground!

Kitagawa Temple's feet moved, avoiding the thick blue and white palm that suddenly came out of the ground again.

Then he kicked it like a soccer ball on the smooth head of Haru Kusakabe, who had just come out of the ground.

Click!!

The sound of bone cracking sounded, and the spirit of the spring under the sun drifted away again.

I have to say that aside from entering the dream realm and affecting other people's memories to a certain extent, the realistic combat effectiveness of the tired girl is only a medium and low level.

Although there are spirits that can be reborn continuously, they do not have particularly strong combat power.

Like Ryo Kitano in the Rain Pavilion, the resentful spirit who can use spells, his combat power is undoubtedly very exaggerated.

It was also at that time that Beichuan Temple exchanged the skill of Death Qi Shaping, otherwise it would be really difficult to deal with him.

And a specific ghost like a tired girl, who is more inclined to 'dream killing', can only collapse at the touch of a touch when he encounters Beichuan Temple in reality.

The reason is simple.

First. This is not the home dream of a tired girl.

Second. The real Beichuan Temple is not as powerless as in the dream, he is strong in reality.

These are the two simple reasons.

Beichuan Temple grabbed the cross shovel and swept it backwards in a circular arc.

Syllable!

Jumping up from behind, the tired girl's head was smashed like a watermelon by Beichuan Temple bloody and violently.

"......" Yoko Nakano.

Originally, Beichuan Temple suddenly turned into the surrounding of the warehouse, which had made her nervous for a long time. And after that, when she saw the tired girl appear out of thin air, and Beichuan Temple was still half-asleep and half-awake, she was even more anxious.

The result is now -

Yoko Nakano didn't even know what to say.

The movements of Kitagawa Temple are wide open and closed, and they are full of the ultimate violent beauty.

As long as he raised his hand, the tired girl would inevitably fall, and the death was extremely tragic, with yellow and black liquid all over the ground.

No matter how many people there are, it seems that in front of Beichuan Temple, it is just the same as the death of the past.

Beichuan Temple was expressionless throughout the whole process, and his cold and hard face seemed to have a sense of anger, and the cross shovel in his hand seemed to be played with tricks.

Coupled with his constant movement of shattering corpses...

Who is the villain in this?

Yoko Nakano only felt as if she was on the wrong side.

On her side, there is the camp of the Great Demon King who invaded the Tired Girl area, and the Tired Girl is a brave man who is constantly struggling, even if she knows that she is dying, she will stop the Beichuan Temple.

Thinking of this, Yoko Nakano glanced at Mirai Kamiya beside her again.

An indescribable sense of excitement appeared on Mirai Kamiya's face.

She clenched her fists slightly, her face radiant, and her little mouth was still muttering:

"That's right! Slap her face to the ground! ”

"Cut off her hand!"

"Poke her in the eye!"

"The temple monarch is invincible in the world!"

"......" Yoko Nakano.

She scratched at her hair with mixed feelings.

To be reasonable, she should be cheering for Beichuan Temple now, but-

Kitagawa Temple doesn't need it at all.

He woke up and acted, but in just a minute or two, he had already shot to death, hacked to death, and cut more than a dozen tired women to death.

That kind of efficiency is simply unattainable.

Yoko Nakano felt that she was brought here to mix, as long as she could protect herself from causing trouble to Kitagawa Temple, there would be no problem at all.

In her extremely complicated mood, Beichuan Temple approached the back of the warehouse step by step.

That's a tired girl... The place where the body of Haruto in the lower part of the sun is hidden.

Kitagawa Temple finally came to the place and stopped.

It's a place that looks perfectly normal.

The grass under his feet is barren, and the land is fairly flat.

The warm sunlight pours down, setting off a decent atmosphere.

However, from the perspective of the deathly lingering of Beichuan Temple, countless heavy black resentments lingered around.

And the closer you get to the corpse, the stronger the resentment around you.

You can imagine how unwilling Kusakabe Haru was when he died.

But the strange thing is that after Beichuan Temple set foot in this area, the tired girl never appeared again.

Kitagawa Temple didn't pay attention to it, but just slammed the shovel of dead qi into the ground.

Click.

Click.

Click.

He shoveled and shoveled down.

The efficiency of Kitagawa Temple is very fast, and it doesn't take long for the tip of the shovel to touch something hard.

With a shake of his palm, the cross shovel turned into a sapper shovel.

Keep digging down.

The yellow layer of soil was cut open by Kitagawa Temple, revealing what was hidden underneath.

It was a yellowed, rusty tin bucket.

Beichuan Temple's face moved, and then the dead gas turned into a chain and was directly tied to the surface of the iron bucket.

Immediately, with a force of both hands, he suddenly dragged out the exposed half of the tin bucket from the soil.

To be honest, this thing is a bit heavy.

To prevent the dead air from eroding the tin bucket, he spread the chains of dead air and looked backwards at the same time.

At some point, there was a 'man' standing behind him.

It's just a 'person'.

Her face was distorted with pain, her limbs were distorted, and her eyes were full of resentment for the living.

There were small holes exposed all over the body, and those places were where cigarette butts had been burned.

"It's... It's the spring of the lower part of the sun... That is, the body of the tired woman..."

The god was by his side and explained to Kitagawa Temple, his eyes full of vigilance.

The main body of the tired woman is definitely not a good thing, because the nature of the other party's spirit has changed, and the tired woman who has infinite resentment towards the living will only be obsessed with bringing death to the living.

This was the end of the strange bizarre story she had seen back then.

But what Kamito Makie didn't expect was that Kusakabe Haru didn't even do it.

She just stood quietly behind Kitagawa Temple, her eyes blank.