"…gorgeous."

Looking at the stone steps in the rain of cherry blossoms in front of her, Kotori Yumayumi's tensed mind was relieved, and she subconsciously put her chin on Sousuke Araki's shoulder.

"Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The warm, sweet, itchy breath instantly made Sousuke Araki's face turn red from his neck to the sky, and his nostrils spewed hot breath like a cow.

"what!"

Then, the girl seemed to realize that the two of them were too intimate at the moment, and jumped off Sousuke Araki's back in exclamation.

Suddenly losing the nostalgic touch behind him, Sousuke Araki's dull face showed a look of loss.

"Teacher Araki! If you stay in a daze, the dust of your soul will be gone..."

Seeing someone in a daze, the usually gentle girl blushed and stomped on the other's feet in embarrassment.

Looking carefully, on the stairs below, even the "cherry blossom petals" falling from the trees turned out to be scattered soul dust little by little.

"What about me, my painting scroll?"

"...It's been on your waist all the time."

"Oh, yes... I'll go right now."

Bewildered, he took the bucket sports bag around his waist in his hand, and Sousuke Araki rushed down the stairs again.

Just as Araki Sousuke was holding the thick and long existence around his waist and was scrambling to collect the fleeting dust of souls, Kotori Yumayumi's eyes descended down the stairs and landed on the men at the bottom.

Only now did the blood spurt out from the countless small wounds on their bodies, dyeing the slate and the soil under them a dark red.

And their chests had already stopped rising and falling.

From the moment of the "Ugly Time Three" curse of "immediate death", these killers are doomed to be unable to escape the end of death, and can only become one of the earthbound spirits nailed to the tree.

"Mr. Araki...they...all died."

After Araki Sosuke had collected the massive amount of soul dust around the stairs, he was greeted by Tori Yumako's livid face.

The priestess of Akagi Shrine, who is used to seeing terrifying ghosts and **** scenes on weekdays, although she knew that the other party was a thug who wanted to kill Mr. Araki, but watching the living people being cursed by ghosts in front of her eyes, she felt like she was being cursed by something. It's just as painful to block.

"I know... I have seen them in the spiritual body that just became a Buddha."

Sighing and walking down with a heavy expression on his back, Sousuke Araki patted her shoulder comfortingly.

"Okay, they came after me, and it's not your fault..."

"Yes, it's not her fault! Everything is your fault..."

Before he could finish speaking, a figure suddenly climbed up from the grass not far away, and raised the dark muzzle of the gun towards the two of them.

"...Go to **** to make atonement!"

It was Keita Tsuchiya, the "Black Emperor Five Generations" who was punched by Sousuke Araki.

It is not simple for him. He was punched by Araki Sousuke's rage, and he was able to regain consciousness in a very short time and wait for an opportunity to counterattack.

"boom!"

A crisp gunshot resounded in the woods.

It was not the man in front of Sousuke Araki who shot.

"Ugh..."

On the wrist of Keita Tsuchiya holding the gun, a **** flower erupted.

The originally raised muzzle also fell towards the ground.

"Sousuke!! It's okay!!"

On the mountain road not far away, there was a cry of concern from Longma before the second.

He was squatting comically in the body of an old sidecar, holding the gun before he could put it down.

After handing over the dozens of "suspects" captured by Yamashita, worried about Sousuke Araki's condition, he and two detectives requisitioned an antique locomotive to find them all the way along the mountain road, and arrived just at this time.

"You bastard, be late for another second, and I might have something to do..."

Looking at Ryoma's ill-fated face in the distance, Sousuke Araki couldn't help laughing and scolding: "You agreed to 'fishing law enforcement', but you yourself are nowhere to be seen, so I have to fish myself for this bait. !"

Immediately, his eyes fell on the "big fish" that was still fluttering on the ground.

"Tell me, who, and how much money, wants the life of a nobody like me?"

Kicked away the pistol on the ground, and stepped on the chest of Keita Tsuchiya, who was clutching his wrist and wanted to get up, Araki Muneka asked coldly.

"Ha...haha...I can't know the client's information. This is the most basic rule of the deep web. Otherwise, who would dare to place an order on it? Besides, you are not a commission, but a public reward on a first-come, first-served basis..."

A smirk appeared at the corners of his mouth, and Keita Tsuchiya looked at Sousuke Araki as if he was looking at an idiot: "Your Excellency is not a nobody now... In the killer circle of the Deep Web, you are already a well-known hot commodity! "

"You must know that the value of your head is not a common thing like money... but a 'sacred object' that can give ordinary people the opportunity to obtain extraordinary abilities!"

"A divine object that gives ordinary people the opportunity to acquire extraordinary abilities..."

After repeating the other party's words, Araki Sosuke was a little dumbfounded: "You killers, you actually believe in that kind of superstitious stuff?"

"Humph, with the 'middleman' of the Deep Net as a guarantee, no one dares to lie about this kind of thing. Don't hide it, you must have used similar abilities to my subordinates just now!"

Tsuchiya Keita's eyes were burning with a "I've seen through you" expression.

"I told you all, it was your own person just now..."

Ignoring the obsessed guy under his feet, Sousuke Araki turned to Yuma Yumako for help: "Really, is there such a thing as he said?"

"I heard from Abe-kun before that on the ship in Nagoya Port, those cults mentioned similar things, but I'm not very clear about the specifics..."

The witch on the side shook her head, expressing that she didn't understand either.

In addition to the spiritual lineage, it is extremely talented, and even if people without inspiration work hard day and night, the probability of awakening the day after tomorrow is almost impossible.

For the half-demon who rely solely on bloodline inheritance, such a thing as "no bloodline awakening the day after tomorrow" is completely nonsense.

"Okay, okay, what's the 'deep web', 'fantastic things', we'll talk slowly when we get back to the police station..."

Trotted to the front, Ryoma took out the handcuffs before Er, ready to "pack and take away" the only surviving killer leader Keita Tsuchiya.

"Hey, think about it, if you were presented with the opportunity to be extraordinary and to embark on a completely different level of life from now on, would you really be able to refuse that temptation?"

Not caring at all about the **** wrists and the cold handcuffs, Keita Tsuchiya looked frantically at the "extraordinary" Sousuke Araki in his eyes: "If I have this ability, I will definitely be able to revive the Black Emperor... Don't worry, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I am at most an attempted murder, and I will soon get out with the help of a lawyer..."

"boom."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Before he finished speaking, a strong knee had already slammed into Tsuchiya Keita's abdomen, causing him to retching in pain.

"The Metropolitan Police Department has accumulated a lot of files related to the 'Black Emperor', and they are still waiting for Your Excellency to go back and answer them!"

"Oh, why did you vomit, did you eat a bad stomach? 』

It was Ryoma before Er, who "inadvertently" used "Black Police's Knee Bump".

"Since you like chatting so much, let's put you and the 'nipple brothers' in a cubicle and 'talk' all night."

"No, I will try my best to cooperate with the investigation, please be sure to reserve my right to be detained alone..."

Hearing what Ryoma said before Er, Keita Tsuchiya shuddered for some reason, changed his stern expression, and obediently left under the **** of two police officers.