Although it is not clear what hole cards Junhei Yoshino is hiding, Yahara still chooses to believe it.

"In that case, then Yoshino-san will go to the hospital alone for auxiliary treatment, and I will report the situation to the high commissioner and apply for additional personnel." Sitting in the front seat and driving, Ichi agreed to Yoshino's proposal.

Thinking back to the scene where he had just treated the patient, Yahara was sure that the strange spell pattern was not something that the spell spirit could do, and that it was most likely human.

Thinking of this, Yahara raised his alertness. The current situation cannot be judged by the plot in his memory, and he must always be vigilant against unknown dangers.

After arriving at the hotel, Ichi Chi Jietaka was in charge of compiling and sorting out the known information, and Yoshino Junpei understood the nature of the pattern marked on the door of the night plain and began to prepare for the next treatment, but the night gate was a little idle.

With a wry smile, he didn't know what to do, so after thinking about it, he had to call Satoru Gojo, after all, isn't it normal to find a teacher if you have a problem?

After listening to the passengers' account of the passengers, Gojo Satoru thought for a moment and mentioned a rare ancient enchantment technique [Nightmare].

"[Nightmare] is a very special kind of enchantment, which obtains the control effect at the expense of the closed range, and the approximate effect is to make people fall into a deep sleep, and have inescapable circular dreams, a very vicious technique."

Hearing this, Yahara couldn't help but ask, "Is it vicious?" How do I feel so average? ”

Satoru's voice came from the other side of the phone, "The road without end is the most desperate, and although this enchantment works well, it is rarely used in battles between sorcerers because it is too weak to use. ”

"It's like a high school student taking an equation to solve an Olympiad problem for elementary school students, is it vivid?"

After hanging up Satoru's call, Yahara thought that the people who used this barrier were just trying to put the passengers to sleep, so what were their intentions?

No one died, no one went missing, and even the tram, which was about to be scrapped, was brought back intact.

Thinking about it, Yehara felt that he was cranky because he was too idle, and sure enough, busy people never had this kind of trouble.

However, the suppressed feeling of being stared at lingered, and Yahara always felt uncomfortable.

......

On the top of an unknown hidden mountain, several strange creatures of different appearances are planning something.

"He's coming, he's coming! And he's the only one! The Mt. Fuji-style leaky pot excitedly spewed hot magma above his head, and his eyebrows fluttered.

On one side, the tall young man with multiple scars on his face said slowly, "It seems that the spell events we spread are very effective, and we have successfully paralyzed Gojo Satoru. After spitting out the last word, the palm of his hand slightly crushed a doll with a small fingernail.

"Can't you just pick a place with plenty of moisture? It makes me feel bad here. The octopus-like spell complained dissatisfied.

"The air here is nice and there's a natural atmosphere." Hua Yu, who had recovered from his injuries, was still talking in a strange language that others couldn't understand.

No one could have imagined that the four super-grade spell spirits with the fear of natural disasters would meet in this ordinary small hill.

"Now it's the first one of Xia You, and I don't know how they solved it. When is my one coming out? With a malicious smile, the real person who looked like a leader asked for the opinions of the other spell spirits.

"It's better to put one every other day, which can not only kill patience but also cause panic among the gang of hypocritical humans outside." The octopus-shaped spell spirit is very active, and it is clear that the discomfort of the region cannot dampen its zeal.

"It's a little unpleasant, but it should work better." A leaky pot full of black teeth expressed its approval.

After reaching an agreement, several of the spell spirits slowly disappeared again, and only the breeze and trees on the top of the mountain witnessed the sinful conversation.

......

Sunlight weakened by the cold air, a few bleak thin clouds, sparse turf, police cordons, and trams that seemed to have suffered so much and were nearly scrapped.

At this time, a black and oppressive deformed transformation man struggled to climb out of the tram, his empty eyes matched with an unconscious roar, like a zombie smelling fresh flesh and rushing towards the Yeyuan.

Indifferently glanced at the sky, it was still so empty and boundless, it seemed that it could always fill the content of life. Yahara summoned a long knife from the bracelet and began the cleaning without reservation!

With a knife, the stinking green and black blood splashed with the swirling of the blade, like the rain that was blown by the wind in the rainy day, extremely cold.

Two knives, the sharp blades smoothly slid into the shriveled and deformed flesh, slicing through one soulless body after another.

Three, four, five......

Countless transhumans, crowded around Yahara, enthusiastically and helplessly using the parts of their bodies that could cause damage.

When the turbulent state of mind returned to calm, Yahara put away the knife that he kept swinging, and his arms shook and used the technique: "Logic is distorted!" ”

Large swaths of modified human internal organs and other tissues and organs exploded, blood sprayed from their mouths, they stumbled and fell to the ground, and they could no longer move forward.

When Yahara called Ijichitaka, he was covered in blood, and of course not a single drop was his.

In view of the special situation of the tram that appeared for the second time, Yidi Zhijiegao directly arranged for the practitioners of the high school to deal with the scene, and it must be sorted out to the extent that it can be accepted by the police.

When the corpses at the scene were counted, more than one of the clean-up personnel was nauseous and vomiting after seeing the corpses all over the field and the blood flowing, and the tragic situation was the most they had ever seen.

The bright number was presented in front of Yahara: "Three hundred and seven!" ”

Although he had killed more than one reformed person in the previous mission "Baby Fish and Reverse Punishment", but... The doubling of numbers made his eyes bloodshot, and his anger burned continuously.

Killing will stain the body with blood, this is a truth that every butcher understands, not to mention that it is the night plain that solves more than three hundred at once, and the impact of blood and corpses makes him a little uncomfortable.

Secondly, he felt the naked provocation from the real person's side. After experiencing the attack of the reformed person, the identity of the murderer is already about to be revealed, and he is swaggering and waiting for the night to come.

Caught in all kinds of contradictory stimuli, Yahara only felt that some kind of shackles in his brain had been released, and the world in front of him had changed like never before.

But when he rubbed his eyes in surprise and blinked at the wall of the hotel room, nothing changed.

What the hell is going on?