White gunpowder smoke is still in front of everyone.

Looking at Higashino Yukihira who was shot in the forehead, the police officers in the field suddenly became quiet for some reason.

"Kaiping? What the **** are you doing?!!!"

Hearing the sound of gunshots, Sosuke Araki, who was originally held in the mud by more than a dozen police officers, could not see anything, his strong body gushed out astonishing power like a volcanic eruption, and even directly pushed away the many police officers who were oppressing him. ...

"Crack."

The handcuffs on his wrists snapped so crisply.

His ferocious fist, piercing the wind and rain, slammed into the faces of several police officers with guns, making them unconscious.

"Hey... With this little rain, do you want to extinguish the fire in my heart?"

Above the shredder, after the gunshots passed, Higashino Yukihira, who had bullet holes on his forehead, staggered and slowly pulled the dagger out of Kazuo Tianto's chest.

The bullet disrupted his brain balance and made him a little dizzy.

"...It's ugly."

He didn't have time to pay attention to the chaos below, and he tried to focus on the dagger in his hand.

What was picked on the tip of the knife was a heart that was still beating wildly.

As the dagger was lightly picked up and the sword light flashed in the air, the heart burst into bloom like a bright red water balloon.

And on his other hand, Kazuo Tianto, who had only a blood hole left in his chest, was silent.

"Hey, as long as the heart is broken, monsters like this will be killed, and they will die."

This is one of the knowledge that Higashino Kohei inherited from those figures in the desert.

"……Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

This is the only knowledge he can rely on, who knows nothing about the extraordinary world.

As Higashino Yukihira let go of his hand happily, Kazuo Amto's body fell directly towards the mouth of the rotating grinder.

"etc……"

Immediately, the stunned people present only heard the sound of raindrops...

And the sound of "ton ton ton ton" juicing.

"...Xinhei...can you come down..."

Sousuke Araki stared blankly at Higashino Yukihira who was covered in blood above the shredder, swaying and laughing wildly.

"Come down, let me call a doctor for you..."

He had never seen Yukihira Higashino, who had fierce eyes and a warm heart, showing such a hideous appearance.

In the violent rain, the eyes of the two were intertwined through the rain curtain.

Higashino Yukihira lightly tapped his left chest with a dagger.

Sousuke... Do you remember what Uncle Haruto said?

Because you are not strong enough here...

"I think, I'm strong enough here... to see Reiko..."

Now, he has unexpectedly acquired a strong enough, monster-like body.

Even if he jumped into the shredder and turned into pieces, he would most likely recover as before.

But it has been lost forever, the person who wants to protect.

"That's it, say goodbye..."

Just as Sousuke Araki was climbing towards the machine, Yukihira Higashino was already like hugging raindrops, with a light smile on his face, he fell towards the shredder.

After completing his revenge, he finally had the courage to meet the person he wanted to see.

A shadow, along with his fall, shrouded the "Mouth of the Abyss" below.

"...Yukihira...No!!!!"

"asshole!!!"

Seeing this scene, Araki Sousuke and Erqian Ryoma were stunned.

In mid-air, the dagger in Higashino Yukihira's hand pierced his chest covertly and quickly.

"Ugh... hey..."

A bright red heart appeared in his hand and fell with him.

The Asamet family is an existence that can be immortal as long as the heart is still there.

Well, vice versa.

As long as you destroy this heart...

"Broken machine, stop me!!!"

"boom……"

Sousuke Araki punched the control panel of the crusher.

On his face, he couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain.

The metal casing, which was originally embedded in the panel due to deformation, fell to the side weakly.

"Give me...close...shut down..."

But the buttons on the panel were tattered, and no matter how he pressed it, it had no effect.

"...Boom...Boom..."

Everyone in the room looked at Sousuke Araki blankly, and punched the steel crusher with punch after punch, leaving **** fist marks one by one.

"Here...I...stop..."

He didn't even notice that his arm was full of blood, fractured and deformed.

"Please... give me back Xingping!"

Seemingly answering his prayer, the crusher in front of him stopped turning.

That's when the other police officer who was dispatched finally managed to cut off the power.

"...Xinhei...it must be...it's alright..."

Araki Sousuke stumbled and tried to climb over the machine.

"Wait, you... who are you..."

As if seeing something incredible, Sousuke Araki's movements suddenly froze.

"You have to treat Yukio..."

Runes like living creatures squirm wildly on his face.

But this time, Sousuke Araki didn't stagnate like he had for more than 20 years before, instead, there were blue veins on his face, showing an extremely hideous expression.

"……doing what?!"

In his pupils, a white light ignited, slamming into the dense black runes.

The originally solidified body took a step forward again slowly and stubbornly, as if trying to chase something.

This step was so firm that the runes on his face were torn apart, leaving fine burns like lava.

"Sousuke...don't...don't watch..."

At the same time, a figure rushed forward, hugged Sousuke Araki tightly, and firmly pressed the wet and suffocating thick stockings on his head.

"Enough... Sousuke brother... You have... tried your best..."

His line of sight was blocked, and after being sluggish in Ryoma's arms for a while before the second, Sousuke Araki regained consciousness, but he seemed to have completely forgotten what happened a few seconds ago, and just continued to roar a few seconds ago.

"Why stop me... try my best... I don't want to try my best... I just want, fortunately alive..."

Amidst the rain, among the chaotic police officers, two embarrassed men in stockings hugged each other and knelt in front of the shredder, wailing loudly.

Cry like two children whose sandcastles are destroyed by the tide.

We who have nothing, were born into the world.

Not enough wealth, wisdom and power.

In a world without direction, clumsy clumsy lingering.

Courage, hope, fetters, these useless delusions of adulthood...

Even this scarred body can be swept away by the ruler.

But at least, please don't go out, the last temperature in our hearts.

...

"Farewell, Kazuo..."

In the corner of the warehouse, Matsumoto Ginji, who was full of silver hair, glanced at the blood dripping from the crack of the shredder, and jumped into the sea without looking back.

"After all, I'm not as effective as the real mountain god..."

Just when Sosuke Araki and Erza Ryoma were numbly torn off their hoods and handcuffed by the police officers, and when they were about to be escorted to the police car, several black commercial vehicles stopped at the door of the warehouse at high speed.

"Uncle Siena...I knew you were all right..."

It was Mochizuki Ayano, who had come all the way from Tokyo, who hurried off the car.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the weak Siena being carried out of the warehouse on a stretcher.

"The two of them...what's wrong...here, what happened?"

Mochizuki Ayano frowned when she saw Sousuke Araki and Ryoma Erzae who were kneeling and crying silently, as well as several unconscious police officers in the field.

Siena on the stretcher shook his head in confusion.

"I'm Mochizuki Ayano, the head of the ninth class. These two are not suspects, but associates who assisted me..."

She quickly took out the documents and prepared to go forward to intercept the two.

"Oops, there seems to be some trouble in there..."

Siena's face suddenly changed, as if remembering something.

He vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a certain guy lying on the platform on the second floor of the warehouse.

At the same time, a gust of breeze blew out from the gap in the iron door of the warehouse.

The raindrops that fell from the air seemed to be cut in half by several invisible blades.

"not good!!!"

Siena, who was extremely weak at first, turned over from the stretcher like a gleam of light, and threw Mochizuki Ayano to the ground with her tall body.

A trail of fine bloodstains smashed the weak holy light on his back, and brought up a large puff of blood.

Behind them, two detectives carrying stretchers turned their heads to check without realizing it, and then collapsed into a piece of meat.

"Uncle Siena..."

Looking at the strange scene in front of her, Mochizuki Ayano, who was pressed to the ground by Siena, had her pupils shaking.

Like the people around her, she didn't "see" anything just now, she could only feel the abnormal surging of the air.

However, she could indeed "see" a thin man wrapped in a black robe and wearing a white mask, rushing out of the warehouse and running towards the outside of the dock.

And what split the two detectives into countless pieces was the whirlwind that he carried around him.

She doesn't "see" with her eyes, but with her memory.

There was nothing in front of him, but he could read a coherent picture a second ago from his memory.

This contradictory and delayed visual experience gave her an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

"boom."

Mochizuki Ayano stood up, anticipated the opponent's trajectory, and shot the gun without hesitation.

The slender spiritual bullet pierced through the night and accurately hit the figure in the black robe.

The man staggered, but as if he could not feel the pain, he disappeared into the rain curtain extremely quickly.

"Damn...that guy, who is..."

Mochizuki Ayano stomped her feet, reluctantly trying to chase into the rain curtain.

"Don't chase... the grudge in that person's hand is very powerful."

Siena on the ground reached out and gently pulled her trousers.

He remembered that the white mask brought him an irresistible and deadly sense of fear.

"...You have to be careful, the people around you."

Without the Holy Light bodyguard, Siena was seriously injured and fainted after reminding him with anger.

"Uncle Siena!"

In front of the warehouse door, Mochizuki Ayanoyu, with a pear flower, slumped weakly among the flesh and blood.

...

"Pfft..."

In the darkness, a heart was beating vigorously.

The heartbeat is too loud, and people can even hear the sound of blood spurting and flowing at a high speed.

"Puff... puff..."

A man was awakened by the sound of his own heartbeat.

He slowly opened his eyes...

This is a dark basement.

And he himself was naked, lying on the dilapidated sofa.

In the empty basement, there was only one old computer, with a faint glow on the screen.

The smell of blood wafted in the air.

"Is this... hell?"

"Sorry, in the standard sense, this is not hell... but a world that is even uglier than hell."

A man answered his question in jerky Japanese with a warm tone.

"As expected of the Asamet blood clan who claims to be immortal and indestructible, the more they die, the stronger they are. They woke up earlier than I expected..."

However, there was no one in the direction the voice came from.

"...Who is it, pretending to be a ghost..."

The man on the sofa appeared at the source of the sound at a ghostly speed, and punched there fiercely.

But this punch was empty.

"In Aesop's Fables, there is a story called The Farmer and the Snake... It took me a lot of effort to collect enough flesh and blood sacrifices to restore you, Higashino-kun, who has only one heart."

Hearing his words, the man's face gradually showed a bitter meaning.

Scenes of chaotic memories flooded into my mind.

Before his death, Kazuo Tianto distorted his painful expression, dug out his own heart with his own hands, and took a liberating leap towards the shredder...

Also, Sousuke and Ryoma's cries.

That's right, the man who woke up in the basement was Higashino Yukihira who had been confirmed by the police as "shattered to pieces".

"Only one heart left? Flesh sacrifice?"

After clarifying his thoughts and remembering a certain word in the other party's words, Higashino Yukihira turned his head to look at the corner of the basement with a bad premonition.

There, hills of gravel were piled up.

This person should have used some method to intercept his heart before he fell into the shredder.

However, even the Asamaite people cannot heal themselves out of thin air, and they need to consume a lot of blood.

"Don't worry, I just bought a few wild boars, and I won't go out and catch the blood sacrifices of living people. Doing that will cause trouble for myself... But when I transferred my heart, I was almost seen by your interesting friend. The phase shape is really unexpected."

The voice in the air dispelled his worries.

"Who are you? Why are you stopping me?"

Yukio Higashino lowered his eyes and said indifferently.

"You should know that no matter how many times you stop me, I will go down and reunite with Reiko..."

The great revenge has been avenged, and he has become a human being and a ghost.

This person deliberately saved himself, presumably not at ease.

"Hey, I just can't bear to see the last Asamite blood in this world, and commit suicide because of this boring thing..."

In the darkness, the space gradually distorted, turned into a human figure, and sat leisurely on the chair in front of the old computer.

"Furthermore, your method of suicide is not right. The Asamet blood clan is a tough guy who can be resurrected with only the flesh and blood of the heart... If you really want to commit suicide, you should..."

This is a blond, blue-eyed, ponytailed, beard-faced man.

He seemed to be too chatty, and even started talking about "the correct suicide posture of the Assamaite blood".

"You are……"

Seeing the man's face clearly, Higashino Yukihira narrowed his eyes.

Without warning ~lightnovelpub.net~ he appeared in front of the other party and grabbed the man's neck.

Compared to before, his movements are more agile and vigorous.

"...I remember you, you were that reporter...boring thing? What do you know..."

This man was the foreign reporter who was punched by him on the rainy night when Reiko was lost.

"That's right, the reporter Shado Nord of the International Channel is one of my identities... You can also think of me as a curious bystander and trader about everything in this world."

He was lifted high, the man's expression was still calm, but his face was a little red from suffocation.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "Sorry, I remember you said just now, reunion?"

"...Xinping."

A woman's voice came from behind, causing Higashino Kohei to freeze.

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