As the midday sun sets on Tokyo Bay, the sea appears to shimmer and the Rainbow Bridge in the distance turns into a long black shadow.

A beautifully shaped yacht quietly docked at the sea.

It's a docking area for private yachts, not many passers-by and quiet.

Shiraishi parked the BMW M8 and saw the rich man who sold the yacht, who looked to be in his thirties, with dark bags under his eyes and bloodshot eyes, which proved that he had not been sleeping well recently.

"Hello, I'm the Shiraishi who contacted you by phone."

"Mr. Shiraishi, this is the key to the yacht, you can go up and take a look for yourself, and if you are not satisfied, you will make a deal."

The man had a tired look on his face.

Not knowing how to comfort the bereaved man, Shiraishi took the key and headed to the yacht that was exactly the one in the photo.

The exterior paint is black on the bottom and white on the top, and the overall appearance is rectangular.

Shiraishi happily boarded the ship.

The black air instantly filled the air, and people appeared in the hall of the yacht, and in front of them was a banquet with a cheerful atmosphere.

The smile on his face froze.

……

Hokkaido, Sapporo.

In a two-story white western-style building with a courtyard, the silver-haired old man looked at the black mist from the straw and reported to a triangular object: "The man has been caught." ”

"So fast?" There was a sound of surprise on the other end.

The old man swore that "as soon as he got on the yacht, he fell for my soul-snatching technique, and there is absolutely no escape." ”

"I advise you not to underestimate his strength, if it weren't for the spirit child being too important, I wouldn't want to provoke this person."

"Sect Master, don't worry."

The old man didn't think so, his soul-snatching technique was to kill people invisibly, he didn't need to face the enemy head-on, he only needed to pin his own magic thoughts on others.

When you want to kill someone, use the scarecrow to arouse the killing thoughts of those people and increase the power of the soul-snatching technique.

The person at the altar will be trapped in a dream, and life and death will be in his hands.

Even if the other party can break free from the soul snatching technique and fight back angrily, the dead will only be those ordinary people who don't know.

More powerful cultivators can attack scarecrows.

Want to kill him?

Hehe, it's no easier than an ordinary person beating someone to death along the network cable, so you don't have to think about it at all.

The only thing to think about is how to lead people to the altar.

This trouble was solved by the internet.

In this information age, as long as you pay some money, you can buy a lot of personal information.

Shiraishi browsed the yacht's online records, allowing the old man to seize the opportunity to design the rich to sell the yacht and lure the other party to the bait with cheapness.

"People are caught, but Gao Liujing's woman is extremely cunning, even the high priest has been deceived by her, can she really betray the FBI for this man?"

The old man had strong suspicions about this.

At his age, he no longer believes in the love of the sea and the rocks.

"Don't worry, this is the conclusion I came to when I asked the Scarlet Witch for divination, he is the only weakness in Gao Yanagijing's heart."

The Protestant leader was willing to take this risk, naturally through divination to get an accurate answer.

As long as the Spring God Sect can capture Shiraishi, they can make Takayanagi Jing betray the FBI and reclaim the spirit child for them.

"That's good." The old man spoke, the relaxed expression on his face suddenly turned solemn, and he muttered, "This kid has two hits." ”

……

Shiraishi understood that he had been tricked, and he was not panicked, but he was a little disappointed.

This yacht turned out to be a hoax.

He pursed his lips and silently stared at the lively banquet in front of him, intending to parse what it was before deciding how to kill the man behind the scenes.

"Jack."

A woman who looked like the heroine of the Titanic was holding a goblet and slowly approached, letting out a soft cry from her mouth, and her eyes showed a seductive luster.

If you say yes, you will fall into this dream and will not be able to extricate yourself.

Shiraishi saw that this was a kind of witchcraft.

The characteristic of witchcraft is that it is weird, and few wizards duel with anyone head-on, often hiding in the shadows, one more yin than the other.

Those who offend a sorcerer do not even know whose hands they died.

But he is the exception.

"I'm not Jack." He spoke.

The excitement of the banquet stopped abruptly, and everyone's eyes looked towards this place, without too much reprimand, but everyone's eyes showed a kind of reproach.

The look in the woman's eyes was the same, "Jack, don't talk nonsense, drink this glass." ”

"I'm not Jack." He repeats it again.

"Jack, you're Jack, Jack, Jack."

The woman muttered this sentence repeatedly, and under the warm light, that gorgeous face was a little more paranoid and crazy, as if something would come out of her face in the next second.

"You're Jack!"

"No, I'm not."

Shiraishi replied firmly, his eyes sweeping around, ignoring the pressure of the void's cascading layers.

He's just going to bring this witchcraft to the highest level, and then find out the wizard who is hiding behind the scenes.

Thinking that by grafting one's own Dharma thoughts, people will be left without a trace?

It's ridiculous, there are also traces of the grafted Fa Idea, that is, ordinary people can't find it, but they can't hide it from him.

Shiraishi's eyes looked behind them through them, and the man seemed to sense the danger and began to frantically distract from others.

Shinjuku, Edogawa, Ikebukuro, Adachi Ward...... In the 23rd ward of Tokyo, all the people who were entrusted by the old witch to the Dharma saw a pair of eyes almost at the same time.

Clear and bright, like a torch in the night, people can't take their eyes off it at all, and turn into moths and plunge into it.

"What is this?" Musashi was so frightened that he thought he was working overtime too long every day, and he hallucinated that he was about to die suddenly.

He hesitated to ask his boss for leave to go home to rest, and a panicked voice suddenly sounded in his ears, "Stand down!" ”

Musashi swore that he had never heard the old man's voice, as if two old pieces of bark were rubbing there, hoarse and unpleasant.

"Who is it?" He stood up and looked around, and his colleagues looked at him strangely, and no one spoke except for the sound of keyboard tapping.

"Old thing, you're the one who tricked me?"

Another young man's voice sounded in his head, Musashi became more and more frightened, this is not a hallucination, it is not a colleague joking, someone really has to be in his head?

"No, it's not, you can't kill me, you kill me... Yes! ”

Before the words were finished, there was a scream, very loud.

It seems that at the same time, many people screamed, and they all let Musashi hear.

The pain seemed to tear his soul apart.

"Don't panic, the old thing that hurt you is dead."

A gentle voice swept through my heart.

Musashi blinked, which old thing hurt him?

I don't understand it at all, the voice in my head disappears, and my mind inexplicably has a refreshing feeling of washing.

"Musashi! What are you doing? ”

The roar of his boss made him subconsciously reply, "I'm sorry, I'll work immediately." ”

He chose to sit down and continue working on his own design.

As for the voice in his head, he should not exist at all, and people like him, as long as they are fine, they will die to death.