casually asked Bajing, only to know the name of the dead boy. The cause of his death is unknown.

Although Hakkei and I both think that it is the hand of the cult behind Morino, the reason why the organization that originally operated in a low-key manner suddenly became so fanfare was only because he had a quarrel with the members of the organization, and such a reason is unreasonable.

There must be something in it that we don't understand.

In addition to Morino, I also suspected that Sakiya, the way the family died was so weird that it looked like they were being hunted by demons.

She not only has the motive to commit the crime, but also the ability to commit the crime.

However, now Sakiya is nowhere to be found, and she can't confront her face to face.

I don't know how to comfort Bajing, I have already admonished her, and her ordinary performance also makes me think that she was mentally prepared for such a result before making those decisions.

If there is any wavering, it will not be found on the face of Hachijing at this time.

"Do you want to talk to Morino?"

I asked her.

She decisively refused.

"No need, no point."

"I'll find out for myself," she said. ”

Now that she's already decided, there's no need for me to say anything superfluous.

Sensing that the changes around me were accelerating, and that the combat preparations were almost done, I decided to take the initiative.

To dig up that cult, there are currently three clues.

They are: Morino, Shirai, and Mountains.

Because Morino is a friend of Sakiya, and Shirai's value is inferior to Morino, so I decided to start with Tsubashige.

Since the gray stone and information that Morino got from Shirai can make him contribute enough, then the value I have will naturally make Shan Chong more tempted.

I'm a Demonic Emissary, I have more Greystone, and the nodes I spawn when I return don't know the way as anyone else.

I don't know how those people found Shirai, but it's certain that it will take a considerable amount of time.

It doesn't seem that the status of Luanzhong in the organization is higher than that of Morino, and if I take the initiative to send it to the door, I will definitely be able to grasp more initiative.

After school, Hakkei left immediately.

I went to the first-grade classroom, and when I passed by Morino's class, I glanced inside again, and Morino was not there.

She knew that Sakuya was staying at my house, but she didn't come to the door because of Sakuya's absenteeism, as if she knew where she was.

If you follow Morino, you might be able to find out the whereabouts of Sakuya Michi.

It was just a fleeting thought.

After standing at the top of the staircase in the first grade for a while, a boy who was exactly the same as the one in the photo passed me with a one-shoulder bag on his back.

He wasn't aware of my presence, and I wasn't in a hurry to stop him at school.

For some things, it's better to find a sparsely populated place, and maybe with a bit of luck, he will take me directly to the cult's foothold.

The tracking went unexpectedly well, and after leaving school, Luan Zhong picked up his pace, cautiously circled the streets, and went to a fast-food restaurant for dinner, which only made his movements even more suspicious.

I patiently followed twenty meters away, hiding myself through the crowd.

At about seven o'clock, Luanzhong walked into a relatively dark and deserted fork in the street.

I watched from afar as he knocked on a door near the garbage heap, and in a few moments a bald man in a vest came out to talk, and the two of them walked in together.

Judging by the position of the door, it should lead to a bar, but I don't think that door is just the back door of the bar.

It seems that you can save the gift money of climbing friendship.

I made sure I had made a note of the location of the door and went home.

After finishing today's homework, I tried to call Sakiya's mobile phone, but I waited for a long time and didn't get through.

It made me determined.

I set my alarm and fell asleep, only to wake up late at night.

Outside the window, the half-moon was obscured by gray clouds, the color of the city deepened, and most of the lights in the distance fell asleep, and the wind blew through the treetops to make a sound, as if there was only one sound left in the whole world.

The night breeze took away the temperature from the surface of my skin, and I felt peace of mind, but my blood seemed to start burning.

It seems that something that usually lurks in the depths of the soul is rising.

I opened the cabinet and took out the clothes and props that had been prepared.

Wear your goggles and armor, put on a knee-length crimson trench coat, tie your shoelaces, pull on your gloves, move your fingers and joints, insert weapons and props into the connectors of your trench coat one by one, and carry your quiver and improved bow and crossbow.

Put on a hood with a face painted on it in the mirror, pin the goggles to your forehead, and lower the hood of your dress.

I stared at myself in the dressing mirror, and all I saw was a ghost whose face was not even clear, and whose whole body was hidden in the shadows.

It's not the same as me.

This ghost has a power that cannot be restrained.

I opened the door to the balcony and stood on the balcony railing overlooking the vista of the city.

It's something I used to want to do, but didn't dare to do.

Standing on a steel pipe only the thickness of my forearm, twenty meters above the ground, without the slightest emotion of fear, my body seemed to be lifted by the breeze, and an impulse to release rose in my heart, and I opened my arms like a person who saw the sea for the first time expressed his exclamation, wanting to embrace the whole world.

Quark's eyes glow like jewels in the night.

It stared sideways at me, and seemed to hear the blood rushing through my body.

A car with full horsepower drove by.

Greeted by a shrill whistling, the crow flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

I also took a step forward.

Stepping in the air, there was a strange feeling of emptiness, the body fell downward, the wind beat on the eardrums, and the heart seemed to be pulled up as if it could not keep up with the speed of the body's fall.

The sky and the earth as far as the eye could see were shrinking rapidly, and it looked like a torrent of water burrowing into his chest.

The next moment, it was as if I was swallowed up by the dark shadow of the building.

A sharp sound of breaking wind.

The rope claws that shot out of the mechanism of the hand armor clasped the guardrail of a balcony, and the force involved quickly reduced the speed of the fall.

When the soles of the feet came to touch the ground, only the impact of the jump from a height of four meters remained.

It worked!

The body is hot, but deep down it is like another self calmly regurgitating this experience that has never been experienced before.

I slowly straightened up, waved my arms, and the rope claws pulled away from the balcony railing, and recoiled back into the mechanism with a small but crisp snap.

The sparse moonlight reflected a shadow hovering in the sky.

It fell like an arrow, spread its huge wings, and stood on my outstretched arm.

Quark's hoarse cry seemed to express the joy of the Nightkkin.

"Fly, Quark, follow me."

The voice that came from his throat was deep, and he almost suspected that it was not himself.

Quark flew away again as if he could understand.

Visually inspecting the two-meter-high wall in front of me, sprinting, jumping, the muscles of my thighs tense and compressed, creating a huge amount of force, throwing my body up and steadily landing on the wall, which was only two palms wide.

In a trance, I seemed to return to my childhood, running with all my strength in the narrow alleys, imitating the knights who walked on the cornices and walls, stepping on the wall at the corner, and enjoying the feeling of being in the air for only a second.

Now I don't need to fill in the fantasies that I can't do.

This body, hidden under a trench coat, has an inexhaustible amount of strength.

Don't be afraid.

Indulge instincts.

Become a night elf, run on top of the wall, jump and climb in the steel forest, and enjoy the freedom and pleasure that the vehicles confined to the lane can't bring.

The walls are like avenues, the roofs are like steps, the night breeze plays in the ears, and the vertical walls are no longer impassable moats.

Sleepless lights flickered beneath your feet, and the lonely streets were occasionally filled with pedestrians and vehicles, as tediously busy as ants.

Sometimes, I'd jump from the flyover to the top of a truck just across the bridge and the driver wouldn't even notice it, and after driving me some distance to change direction, I would jump into another truck.

And so on and so forth.

The time to reach the target location is shorter than expected.