The afternoon sun is just right, and the wind is comfortable. Shiraishi was afraid that he would fall asleep, so he would get up and walk a few steps every once in a while, like an elderly person in rehabilitation.

The security guard at the gate looked at him several times, but Baishi was still some distance away from the garden gate after all, plus he was dressed normally, and people looked good, so there was no reason to drive him away.

At nearly two o'clock, parents came to the door one after another.

Shiraishi moved to another bench closer to the school gate, and it wasn't long before he saw a man around the corner with a paper bag walking steadily.

Ogino Kei blended in with the parents, and looked at the children who gradually flocked to the door with a kind face across the school gate.

Shiraishi looked at his hand vigilantly, in case the other party pulled out the knife, he would immediately enter the masked state, and then run away a few steps to launch the Owl Head Tightrope.

Fortunately, Ogino Kei never put his hand into the bag to take the murder weapon, just carried it ordinarily, and it seems that he is not ready to do it in front of everyone.

At two o'clock, the school gate opened, and the children were picked up by their parents one after another.

Shiraishi sat on the bench, looking through a few hanging branches and leaves, trying to see how Ogino Kei was going to kidnap someone else's son.

At this time, Ogino's father raised his hand and beckoned to a little boy wearing a hard hat inside the door.

The little boy was puzzled for a moment, and Da Da ran out, looking up with an innocent little face, "Uncle, are you looking for me?" ”

There was little yellow hat walking around all around, and the chatter of children, and his movements did not seem abrupt.

"It's Yuta." Ogino Kei smiled at him gently, "I'm a colleague of Dr. Ogawa, he has a temporary operation today, let me take you to the park for a while." Look, I also brought you a gift. ”

He showed Yuta Ogawa the paper bag in his hand.

"Oh, thank you, uncle!" , Yuta Ogawa's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly held his hand: "Then let's go!" ”

One big and one small just held hands and left harmoniously.

"......" Baishi didn't know what to say, such an ancient method of abducting people was actually abducted??

There are so many detectives in the world, and they don't pay attention to prevention......

After the two of them walked away for more than ten meters, he copied his pocket and followed speechlessly.

Judging from the route, the one large and one small in front seem to be heading to the park.

As they walked to the corner of the park, where pedestrians became scarce, Shiraishi took the opportunity to slip into a bush, and when he climbed out again, he was already wearing a suit and a mask.

Only consciousness enters the virtual world, and if you use the ontology, the concrete manifestation is that he wants to sit nearby and take a nap.

A big man sleeping on a park bench at noon doesn't sound like a big deal, all he has to worry about is his wallet.

But this world is different after all, and Shiraishi puts his subordinates at ease no matter what he thinks, and finally decides to test the water with a mask state.

In addition to the initial five-second blur, although the back is also an entity, compared to the main body, Shiraishi is much more at ease with this clone.

It can't die after being injured, and it can be surrounded by a smooth escape, no matter how you think about it, it's safer than going directly to the body.

Moreover, according to the virtual world given by Shihua and the flow rate of time in reality, the energy stored in the flower, converted into reality, will not exceed 20 minutes at most, which is more than enough to maintain [Masquerade].

The Poké Ball was still buried in a hidden corner, and the masked Shiraishi sneaked behind a tree and followed up all the way, thinking that next time I must buy a hat that can block the mask, otherwise it would be too inconvenient.

If it weren't for the fact that the mask on his face couldn't be removed, and the shape was too underwhelming, and he appeared too early for fear of arousing the vigilance of passers-by and Ogino's father, Shiraishi wouldn't have had to wait until there were fewer people to sneak into his transformation.

Ahead, Ogino Kei and Ogawa Yuta were still walking along the road, and when they finally arrived at the chosen destination, Ogino Kei took out a wrapped gift box from his bag and handed it to the young child in front of him.

"Wow-", Yuta Ogawa looked at with sparkling eyes, "Thank you, I—Can I really take it?" It looks so expensive. ”

…… Sure enough, it is not the same as his Zhi, and Zhiya will definitely take it very happily and unpack it without hesitation, without being so polite.

Phew, that's not politeness, it's just learning from his hypocritical father who only apologizes when something goes wrong!

Thinking like this, Ogino Kei's eyes gradually ignited with anger that was half real and half deliberate.

On the other side, Yuta Ogawa's gaze was still on the gift, and Ogino Kei struggled to maintain a kind expression and nodded slightly.

Yuta Ogawa let out a small cheer, took the toy box bigger than his head, squatted on the ground and happily opened the bag.

The child's movements were quite quick, and soon, a corner of the model airplane to be assembled was revealed.

As he was attracted to the new toy, Ogino Kei once again reached into the paper bag, and he took a deep breath and grasped the handle of the machete inside.

And behind a tree about ten meters away from Ogino Keishi, Shiraishi also put his hand into his pocket, and he also took a deep breath and held the slightly cool stone flower inside.

……

Yuta Ogawa held those very delicate model parts and couldn't put them down. After seeing a manual next to it, I picked it up and read it carefully.

It's a pity that I can't understand it.

He turned around regretfully, tugged at Ogino Qing's trouser leg, and asked the person who gave him the gift for help: "Uncle, how should I install it." ”

After waiting for a while, no answer came.

The person behind him stood with his head slightly bowed, one hand in his bag, his eyes slightly closed, as if he had fallen asleep standing up.

"Uncle?" , Yuta Ogawa shook his clothes again, but still didn't get anything in return, he withdrew his hand suspiciously, thinking to himself, maybe this was a test left by the gift-giving uncle.

If you don't have the courage to do it, how can you match such a delicate gift!

Thinking of this, his eyes lit up with fighting spirit, he carefully laid out the model parts on the ground, sat down cross-legged, touched his chin in a good way, and began to study the toy with the words "Age: 8 years old and above".

Of course, in Ogino Kei's eyes, this is not the case at all.

In front of him, Yuta Ogawa was obsessed with assembling planes as he expected, and Ogino Kei gently pulled the knife out of the entanglement, shook his head, and threw the child's innocent and trusting look out of his mind, and raised the knife to slash from his back.

Blood splattered, and the model airplane, which had not yet been assembled, fell to the ground, bounced twice, and was soon drowned in a pool of blood that spread.

Ogino Kei's eyes were blood-red, and the panicked screams of passers-by could be heard in his ears, and one of the heart-rending howls was particularly piercing.

- Of course, this is not something that Yuta Ogawa, who has already had his lungs cut through, can send it out, but from a middle-aged man who is running wildly.

In the last few steps, Masayuki Ogawa simply slid over on his knees.

Seeing this "enemy" slumped in blood, holding his son who was almost cut in half and crying helplessly, for some reason, in front of Ogino Kei, who should have been happy, suddenly appeared in front of him two years ago, holding the body of Tomoya Ogino.

The two incomparably similar figures gradually coincided. Ogino Kei looked at it, and the corners of his mouth went up.