Chapter 1015 Blood Stained Research Institute

"Well, there was no signal in the whole of Tokyo just now. It's normal that the phone couldn't get through. They probably took Mochizuki to evacuate..."

"impossible! Even if they go to evacuate, they will let me know as soon as the signal is restored... The current level of 'disconnection' can only mean one thing... They are all dead! 』

Before Araki Sousuke finished speaking, Mochizuki Che on the other end of the phone made a request with a hoarse voice mixed with teeth rubbing: "Araki Sousuke... Please go to the Supernatural Research Institute now, immediately!" 』

"Understood, I'll go there right away!" 』

Seeing that the other party used honorifics like never before, Araki Sousuke hung up the phone with a sullen face.

"Araki-kun, where are you going?"

"Supernatural Research Institute!"

Under the bewildered eyes of everyone, he ran straight into the corridor.

"Supernatural Research Institute? The old man will go with you..."

Seeing the back of Sosuke Araki leaving, Ichiro Tokimoto also quietly disappeared on the rooftop.

"Just looking for some people and asking for an explanation."

…

Tokyo, Chiyoda Ward.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

With an impatient roar, the black heavy locomotive galloped on the streets of Tokyo after the disaster.

"According to Kotomine Jiro, "Evil Flower" is a "decentralized supernatural mysterious organization", whose members are all referred to by their code names, and carry out anonymous activities such as information exchange, item trading, and entrustment through regular "network meetings". The old man's impeccable "accidental death" and the theft of Taketori's picture scroll are exactly the two members of "Darknet Lord" and "Fate Priest" in "Evil Flower", who were entrusted by him to work together. "

"More than ten years ago, the person who gave Kotomine Jiro the "Hyakki Picture Scroll" and informed him of the existence of the "Evil Flower" in advance, and took the "Taketori Picture Scroll" from him a few days ago, was one of them A member of "Evil Flower", codenamed "Tianmen Exploration"..."

"At the same time, he is also the only member whose identity he can confirm... Koji Mochizuki, the director of the Supernatural Research Institute and the patriarch of the Mochizuki Clan."

Tokimoto Ichiro, who was wearing a red armor and walking with a sword, was hovering over the locomotive not too far away.

"Mochizuki's grandfather is actually in the same group as Kotomine Jiro and the "Dark Net Lord"..."

Hearing Ichiro Tokimoto's words, Sousuke Araki, who was still dressed as "Ghost Rider" on the back of the motorcycle, twisted the accelerator harder.

"It seems that he didn't have any good intentions when he gave us the bamboo tori-e-scroll 'Entrusting Gu' with the desolate appearance of the white-haired man giving the black-haired man."

With the smell of scorched tires, the warrior of the Warring States Period directly rushed into the gate of the supernatural research institute ahead.

"no one…"

Before the car came to a complete stop, Sousuke Araki quickly jumped off, stood in front of the research institute building and glanced around nervously...

"Hope, they are going to seek refuge..."

The pale and clean building and the silent parking lot in front of him gave off a chilly feeling.

"There's a **** smell inside... Boy Araki, the old man is inconvenient to get too close to you with this corpse. You go through the front door, and I'll go through the back door..."

Tokimoto Ichiro, who was wearing a red armor, said something in a low voice, and then quietly slid towards the side of the building: "Remember, don't be careless about anything related to the 'Evil Flower'!"

"Don't worry, I'm the best at the main entrance."

Nodding his head, Sousuke Araki strode into the building in front of him.

The corridor inside the gate is still so clean and tidy.

But the flickering daylight and the strong smell of blood in the disinfectant water kept urging his steps.

"Is anyone there? Is the door locked?"

Arriving at the closed iron door at the end of the corridor, Sousuke Araki grabbed the handle of the iron door and pulled hard...

"Crack!!"

The heavy iron door fell down amidst the deformation sound that made people's teeth ache.

"Patter."

A man in a white coat with bulging eyes and sunken face fell towards him from behind the crack of the door.

"Uh ah ah ah..."

Sousuke Araki reacted very quickly and held the opponent's chest...

"Hey, what's wrong with you, are you okay... Dead, dead?!"

Only to find that the man in his hand had already stopped breathing and heartbeat.

"Hiss...what a horrible wound..."

On the opponent's back, there was a huge scar that looked like a three-fingered sharp claw, and his hands were covered with semi-coagulated blood.

Carefully putting the man's body aside, Sousuke Araki raised his blindfold, entered the "Vision of Hell", and looked inside the door...

"Is this place invaded by ghosts?"

In the corridor behind the iron gate, several researchers in white coats with grim expressions and mutilated limbs fell in a pool of blood facing the gate.

"Is there something, chasing these people...after killing them all...from the vent?"

From the floor of the corridor to the walls on both sides, and then to the vents of the ceiling, there is a large black mark of resentment left by something dragged by something.

"By the way, Mochizuki!"

Glancing at the dark and narrow air vent, Sousuke Araki strode across the red and white corridor full of corpses in front of him, kicked open several wooden doors one after another, and broke into the intensive care unit where Ayano Mochizuki was in his memory.

In the large sterile ward, a woman wearing a nurse's uniform and covered in blood holes was lying limp in a pool of blood, breathless.

"Where is Ayano..."

No matter how I searched, there was no such petite figure of Ayano Mochizuki in my memory on the hospital bed.

"The sheets have no temperature... If it was taken away, it should have been a long time..."

While he breathed a sigh of relief, the anxiety in his heart grew further.

"Boy Araki, come over here!"

Outside the corridor~lightnovelpub.net~ Tokimoto Ichiro's shout made Araki Sosuke turn around and rush out of the ward: "Tokimoto old man, Mochizuki is gone!"

"Boy Araki, the more calm you are at this time!"

"Judging from the corpses and blood coagulation, the time of death of these people was probably in the early hours of yesterday, before the start of the Hundred Ghosts Night Festival. But, why did the research institute gather so many staff at that time?"

At this moment, Ichiro Tokimoto, who was wearing a red armor, was standing in the reception room where he once drank tea with Koji Mochizuki, silently looking around.

"Judging from the situation at the scene, the research institute was breached from the inside, and the opponent's attack was very thorough. Not only were there traces of repeated 'repairs', but even a spirit body was not left behind... It doesn't seem like someone who only knows **** Things ghosts do..."

This elegant and quiet reception room, full of tea fragrance, has long been turned into a Shura field where blood and corpses dance.

"Also, don't you think this person's actions are very strange?"

A researcher covered in blood and dying was hanging feebly on the large bookshelf beside him.

"When you're being hunted down in a closed room like this, no matter how panicky you are, you won't deliberately climb onto the bookshelf, right?"

(end of this chapter)