"Hey, Bright, it's not good to smoke here."

"What does it matter? Hey, young master, don't you dare to smoke and just say it......"

"You smoke if you like to smoke, don't bother to talk about you. But next to this is a kimono shop, so many fabrics ......"

"You're worrying about the sky again, don't worry about it, Xiuchen."

"Forget it, whatever you want."

Two faint male voices came into his ears, and Nagato Mitsuki involuntarily turned his head in the direction of the sound.

His eyelids were still too heavy to open, but his consciousness was waking up.

In the darkness of the vision, the two voices sounded again.

“…… Hey, what are you doing! Light! ”

"Isn't all the fabric of the leftovers already in the trash? Ignite the combustible garbage, no problem. ”

"Don't, hurry up and extinguish ......! Yes! Oops! ”

The frightened shouts finally woke Nagato to the light completely, and with all his strength, he opened his eyes.

It is a Japanese-style room with a sense of age.

He lay alone in the center of the tatami mat, and the room was dim, except for the setting sun outside the window, casting an orange-red halo on the ground.

"What is this......" As soon as he spoke, the muscles of his face were mobilized, and the pain from the impact came up again.

With a painful cry, Hikari Nagato finally recalled the last scene before losing consciousness.

A hand covered in a black glove passed through the crack in the door, gripping the edge of the door so firmly that no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer push the door in the slightest.

Then, there was a loud bang on the black door, and then a white light flashed in front of his eyes......

Even though the pain of discomfort in the position of his face, chest, and back of his neck continued, Nagato Akira suddenly rolled over from the ground and got up.

Neatly folded mattresses, arranged geta and slippers...... It also seemed to be a hotel, but it was definitely not the hotel he was staying in.

Nagato Hidetomi was nowhere to be seen, and so were the suspicious guys who came to call the door.

Damn, they must have taken Hidetomi Nagato and left him here!

Unable to touch the mobile phone, and unable to find a landline phone around, Nagato Akira, who was dripping with cold sweat on his forehead, tried to calm down and turned his head to look out the window.

It seems to be the shore of a lake, and only a sparkling sunset can be seen outside the window.

I really can't tell where it is, so it's better to hurry up and get out of here.

Calm down, before things get to the worst, find a way to contact your wife and test her reaction.

If Nagato Hidetomi has any concerns and still doesn't say what happened back then, then think about it in the long run, and there is still room for looping; Even if he tells the story, avoids the limelight for the time being, and goes home in a few days, starting from Kangjiang to break through one by one, it may not be the worst moment......

Thinking of all the possibilities in his mind, Nagato Akira controlled his movements, took a deep breath, pushed open the door of the Japanese room, and walked outside.

"Pretty calm, this guy." Tang Ze, who put down the lines in his hand and watched this scene through the monitor, clicked the screen, "Some criminal psychology thinks that killers with antisocial personalities will have behaviors such as arson, which seems to be reasonable. ”

"Anti-social whatever, he can't reach it." Asai Narumi looked at the figure on the screen and calmly commented, "It's the kind of person I'm more familiar with." ”

"Isn't it worse for the kind you are familiar with?" Akemi Miyano, who was familiar with his identity and background, turned her head to look at him subtly.

With the harm they have caused over the years, it may be an exaggeration to say that it is a drug lord, but it is almost the same meaning when pinched together.

"I mean the state of mind...... Of course, the damage he did was not much less than theirs. Touching the fox face on his face, Asai Narumi snorted coldly, "It's not anti-human, maybe you have a little conscience, so you will be frightened because of the legend of the ghost asking for your life." But driven by years of interests and repeated self-hypnosis, he has become more and more at ease, more and more calm, as if he is not a bad person, and it is ...... to break the truth and destroy his peaceful life."

As he spoke, the drone piloted by Noah slowly followed the pace of Nagato's light, and in the picture, he walked into a corridor in darkness, where he could only see red squares under the windows, and cautiously moved forward.

The corridor is incredibly quiet, and it seems that there is no end to it.

He started with a small stride, keeping an eye on his surroundings as he went, and by the end of the day, he was running almost at full speed down the hallway.

The scenery outside the window did not waver in the slightest, as if it were not a window, but a screen showing the same content, rigidly broadcasting the dynamic of looping, and he was completely trapped in this single passageway, and there would never be an exit.

Just as his mood was slowly collapsing, something changed at the front of the hallway.

At the end of the hallway, the double door was hidden, and bright light came through the open half.

I didn't care to think about whether this ridiculously long corridor was reasonable, what kind of building could exist in such a corridor that seemed to be hundreds of meters or even a kilometer long, as if he had found salvation, Nagato Guangming rushed over without hesitation and plunged into the bright light.

Whatever happens, don't let him stay in this place that looks like it's frozen!

The sudden brightness of the light stimulated Nagato to couldn't help but squint his eyes, and it took several seconds to adapt to his surroundings.

Then he immediately discovered the source of this brightness and immediately regretted it.

Fire, fire everywhere ......!

The white flames were like waves, cascading over the lines of the floor, licking the wood grains of the beams and columns, and jumping to the top.

The lit lamps were like fireballs suspended in the air, beeping, bursting into starry flames, and falling downward.

The fierce heat hit in an instant, and Nagato immediately retreated.

He retreated again and again, cringing, remembering the door that had entered behind him, and wanted to retreat out of it at once—

Then his back touched a solid hard object.

Nagato's heart suddenly froze, and he turned his face and looked back.

Behind him was not the door that he imagined to be artificially closed, and perhaps even locked.

Rather, it is a piece of gold lacquer with a rough texture.

This is an erected, huge palm, the palm is as tall as Nagato Kou, and in the sculpture-like palm, you can still distinguish a few carved palm prints.

Like a huge stone wall, the palm of the hand was firmly pressed against his back, and the cold stone clinged to him, making him feel the biting cold in the midst of the flames.

Without time to think about when the door behind him had become such a ghostly thing, Nagato Mitsuki hurriedly ran forward two steps, trying to get out of the grip of his palm and observe the surrounding situation.

However, without giving him a chance to escape, the palm of his hand bent his five fingers in the next moment, like a cage, covering him.

"Ahh——!h Screaming louder than high-pitched, Nagato Mitsuki first felt oppressed and frightened by the sudden confinement, and then let out a terrified cry for the sudden weightlessness.

This big hand lifted him up from the floor.

The shoulder was pinched, and the embarrassed grasp of Nagato Akira finally saw the main body connected by the hand.

A Buddha statue painted red in lacquer gold.

Like a flower, the hand deftly pinched him between two fingers and met the Buddha statue with a lowered brow.

The tall, visually dozens of meters tall, the huge Buddha statue sat in the lotus-like flames, with its eyes closed and its eyebrows lowered, compassionate, and indifferent to him.

Overwhelmed by the oppression of this behemoth, Nagato gasped violently, unable to tell whether the sweat was due to extreme fear or the scorching flames.

The Buddha statue was silent, and after staring at him for a moment, its golden eyes opened slightly.

Then, he was ruthlessly thrown directly into the flames of the fire by this big hand.

Almost instantly, flames were crawling all over his body as he had been thrown to the ground.

"Ahh——!h Help, ah——!!! Seeing himself engulfed in flames, Hikato let out a terrible scream of breaking sound, rolling on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on his body.

However, the flame not only did not weaken in the slightest, but climbed even further.

He felt a sharp pain in his skin, his muscles twisting in the flames, and the smell of burnt water came over at once, making him writhe and curl frantically in the envelopment of fire like a dying insect.

But he couldn't make any more noise.

The blazing flames burned along his lips, his throat was rapidly ignited and carbonized in the incineration, and he felt his eyes melt in the fire, and his entire face was completely shattered with the invasion of the fire, in the subtle burning sound, in the terrible pain.

The flames seemed to coat him with a layer of black paint, but the next moment, the charred shell also shattered, and the blood and flesh underneath were repeated from the previous round of pain......

As if he clearly felt the death of every cell of his own body, Nagato was in despair, and wanted to let out a final cry.

However, he was no longer able to make a sound......

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“…… If you hadn't experienced it in person, this scene, you said it was a special effect from the crew, I think some people would have believed it. ”

Behind the monitor, Akemi Miyano, who was watching this scene, made a strange look.

"Well, after all, although Miss Hinata did fall into emotional distortion because she learned of her lover's death, she is indeed a gentle and tough person." Looking at Nagato Bright, who was engulfed in white-gold flames on the screen, but not even a single hair was damaged, Tang Ze sighed regretfully, "I think this should be the nightmare she has been having." ”

Wrapped in flames, in excruciating agony, feeling suffocation and death one after another, unable to make a sound, or even in the violently burning building, there was no response......

Her parents did not survive the fire, only she was lucky enough to be rescued by Hidetomi Nagato, and deep down, she was a little guilty.

Guilty that they were saved, more guilty of not being rescued, of the sheer pain that their parents may have experienced......

This is the source of the tear in Hinata's heart, and the nightmare that she has been unable to forget for twenty years.

But with Hidetomi Nagato, everything is different.

"So, she didn't generate a temple in the past, or rather, she didn't produce enough psychological trauma to generate a palace, because Nagato Hidetomi is alive?" Hearing Tang Ze's thoughts, Akemi Miyano touched her chin thoughtfully.

"yes, so it's all a 'nightmare,' not reality. She met a life-saving benefactor who rescued her and cared for her for many years, that is, Nagato Hidetomi. Thinking of the experience after entering the palace, Tang Ze couldn't help but sigh again, "When Nagato Hidetomi dies, the endless nightmare will come again, and this time, it will be even more complicated. ”

From Nagato Hidetomi's "last words", she suffered the double blow of her lover's death and kindness at the same time.

It turned out that Nagato Hidetomi's unsparing assistance and love was due to the guilt and compensation brought about by his failure to successfully stop the fire and his dare not expose the real murderer.

She was really angry about it and wanted to reprimand her...... However, this gave her the support and made her feel warm and cared for from her gray childhood, but it was really gone.

"A gentle man indeed." Looking at the guy in the picture who silently opened and closed his lips, convulsed and spasmed in pain, but did not suffer any substantial damage, Asai Narumi's gaze was almost compassionate, "She kept fantasizing about the pain of burning, but subconsciously, hoping that the flames would not bring any real harm to anyone, even the murderer himself, who deserved the most punishment." ”

"Yes......" Tang Ze looked at Nagato Guangming in the vast fire and took a breath, "It's a really good girl." ”

"Are we just going to watch him crawl all over the floor?" Noah, who felt less emotion, tilted his head and stared at the guy on the screen, and said with some complaints, "It's annoying, this guy rolls so fast, it's so troublesome for the camera to chase him." ”

"Let him roll a little longer." Tang Ze didn't blink, and said decisively, "So many people have been killed, and there are many more, such as Nagato Hidetomi, who were injured because of this disaster and were affected for life...... Not letting him roll over 50 lifetimes is already a reward. ”

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The person who should be most angry about their frivolous discussion, that is, Akira Nagato, even if he heard it, he couldn't make any feelings.

Hinata Yuki's desperate "Abi Hell" is not used to punish anyone, it's just her own nightmare.

And in the past, the person who would pull her back from her nightmare no longer exists.

It is the subconscious mind that understands this, so in this temple, if a person is surrounded by flames and falls into a burning debuff state, and without being lifted by others, he will always be in a burning state, and he will always feel the pain of burning his body.

Strictly speaking, this is indeed the same experience as the lower eighteen layers of hell.

Nagato was struggling on the ground, and in his own senses, he was almost burned out.

It was as if he had heard his brains churning outward along the cracked skull, and his lungs, suffocated by the smoke and dust, spat tiny pink foam of blood in the bare flames......

Nagato didn't know why he still had hearing, why he still had perception.

He simply despaired, suffered, feared and cowered, listening in vain as his life came to an end.

It was at this last moment that he finally heard something different.

“…… Woo, woo......"

It was a weak female voice, like a drowning man's voice, a weak and bitter scream, from the throat, spitting out tremblingly, like a fragile bubble, powerlessly exploding.

"Save me, save me......"

The sound of a gnat, like a gossamer, slid past Nagato's bright ears.

"Xiuchen, Xiuchen...... Save me...... Why aren't you there, why are you ......?"

This familiar name slightly evokes a little bit of Nagato's bright mind.

If, this woman is called Hidetomi Nagato...... Is it Yuki Hinata? The guy who was lucky enough to be rescued by the fool Xiuchen, so he can enjoy the rest of his life in peace?

As soon as this thought came to mind, the next second, this small voice was drowned out by countless sounds.

"Help, help! It's on fire, it's on fire! ”

"Run, run!"

"Water, where is water!"

"The door won't open, ah, cough, cough, door, ......door, door

"No, my child, my child—"

Countless desperate, painful cries, like one hand, grabbed at his corpse that had turned into dry bones, and pinched the last bit of his bones and blood into complete crumbs.

"It's you, it's you who killed me...... It's you! ”

At the end of the voice, he heard a familiar voice, crying, roaring, and yelling at him.

Nagato Hideto's voice.

What does it mean to kill him...... When will he ......?

In the last moments before consciousness vanished again, Nagato's head suddenly cleared, and some logical questions flashed through his literally empty brain.

Damn, could it be that the group of people captured Nagato Hidetomi, killed him, and then blamed themselves, and then tied themselves to this ghost place and burned him to death?

Damn, how could he have been framed in the same way!

It must be the old woman Nobuko Nagato, the ...... who can't get married!

His last insulting thoughts melted into the redundant firelight.

Nagato Akira, who couldn't bear the pain anymore, tilted his head and fell to the ground unresponsive.

"Not to mention, it's quite burned." Looking down at her watch, Akemi Miyano couldn't help but say so.

"Ah, maybe it's because scum is a kind of non-combustible garbage, and it burns more slowly." Tang Ze shrugged his shoulders and commented.

It's a pity that the flames of this temple focus on a spiritual attack and visual effects, otherwise, it's not bad to burn this bad guy here, and it's a kind of causal cycle.

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