"Tremble! Earth!"
"The eldest son of Cthulhu, come!"
"Ghatanothoa, the Volcano King of Ganta!"
Ruyue Fengshui seemed like a crazy actor, waving the crutch in his hand and spouting crazy lines, making Qin Zhibo and Amuro Toru unable to get close to him. Bayi Chinese website
"What's up with him?"
Toru Amuro doesn't understand what the san value is zero, and he can't understand Kisaragi Hosui's behavior.
"Same as you, lost your mind..." Qin Zhibo replied.
Toru Amuro: "..."
In fact, Toru Amuro felt a little baffled when he thought back to himself just now.
But in Kisaragi Hosui, Toru Amuro could detect a more strange and indescribable temperament.
Like a gloomy, silent fog...
Toru Amuro was thinking that the painting of Mount Fuji in the center of the stage actually turned into a mist.
This group has an extremely strange temperament, as if it has vitality, entwining and hovering in the air.
Finally, it condenses into some specific biological image.
The body of this creature is huge and weird, and its arched back is as tall as two people.
It has scales, sharp claws and a strong tail like a crocodile. Somewhat like reptiles, but completely different from any reptiles on earth
If you use the simplest words to describe it, it is like a deformed and mutated dragon, a terrifying thing that should only appear in human imagination.
Facing this daunting and huge figure, Qin Zhibo subconsciously took half a step back.
This is... Royger.
Roygar is usually an energy body invisible to the naked eye.
But now, it's materialized.
Toru Amuro, who was on the side, also looked up at the image in front of him, his eyes widened, with a mixture of surprise, fear, uneasiness, curiosity and other emotions in his eyes.
The consciousness of the two seemed to be connected with this terrifying thing, and the extreme terror turned them into two silent and stiff statues.
At this moment, Qin Zhibo and Amuro Toru seemed to have been standing here for a thousand or ten thousand years.
In the face of this terrifying image, both of them's will began to decline.
Qin Zhibo: Will -10
Toru Amuro: Will -20
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Suddenly, the reptile glanced at Ruyue Fengshui on the side of the stage with its tangled, hateful head, staring at it carefully with its goose-yellow pupils.
Ruyue Fengshui seemed to have received instructions from some kind of computer program. He immediately stopped waving his crutches wildly, took out a small brown bottle that looked like oral liquid from his arms, and drank the liquid inside in one gulp.
In less than two seconds, a very painful expression appeared on his face, and a painful low whine came from the bottom of his throat.
Then, Ruyue Fengshui's body fell to the floor of the stage, clutching his throat and falling to the floor of a fallen tree. A light from the investigation point emerged from his head.
Ru Yue Feng Shui, dead.
He committed suicide, and judging from the poison prepared in his arms, he had prepared to commit suicide early in the morning.
why is that?
Didn't he want to paint Mount Fuji erupting?
How to draw when a person is dead?
Qin Zhibo narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly thinking of a possibility.
He just said that in order to realize his long-cherished wish, he needs Royger and Gatanothoa.
But according to Koizumi Anko, Royger has the spiritual ability to control humans.
What if the fundamental purpose of everything Ruyue Fengshui and Royger performed was actually a ritual to resurrect a certain existence?
The ceremony required sacrifice, and the first person to be sacrificed was Representative Ogi.
The second person who was supposed to be sacrificed was Yuan Jiaming, but Yuan Jiaming was attacked first by someone from the organization.
The third person to be sacrificed was Mio Tokiwa.
In other words, there were originally three sacrifices and three lives, but now there is one less.
But with Ruyue Fengshui's self-sacrifice just now, everything required for the ceremony seemed to be completed.
Something will be summoned!
Just when Qin Zhibo was thinking this, the ground began to tremble slightly.
This was not the shaking of the building caused by the explosion, but some kind of more majestic force.
This is definitely not something humans can create.
The ground trembled faintly, and the rumble echoed in the air.
All this seems to declare His return.
...
Building B of the Twin Skyscrapers, rooftop swimming pool.
A large number of police, rescue workers and related personnel gathered here.
The fire is gradually spreading to the upper floors, and the fire brigade is trying to put out water on Building A opposite to prevent the spread of the fire.
"Intensify the pressure!"
"It's already the biggest!"
"Captain, I still can't spray it there!"
Even though the fire brigade's sprinkler pipes had reached maximum water pressure, they still only threw a gorgeous parabola in the night sky and could only water the ground.
At this moment, the person who is under the greatest pressure is actually not the Joban Group that owns the skyscraper, but the insurance company that insures the building.
Conan activated the telescope function of his glasses and stared closely at the glass of the banquet hall on the 75th floor, trying to get a glimpse of what was going on inside.
But since Building B is 6 stories shorter than Building A, this is impossible.
But Conan knew that the real criminals in the case - Ruyue Fengshui and Qin Zhibo, should be there.
Let the young detective team climb to the roof, they should be almost there...
The good news is that with Qin Zhibo's strength, it should be easy to subdue a criminal in his sixties.
The bad news is...
Conan thought for a while and found no particularly bad news so far.
If nothing else happens, the helicopter will arrive soon, and everyone can evacuate to the roof together.
But Murphy's Law tells the world that if nothing happens, an accident will happen soon.
There was a sudden roar from the roof of Building A, and in an instant, strong flames overflowed on the roof apron, cutting off the helicopter's escape route.
Officer Memu quickly looked through the binoculars and exclaimed: "Why is there still a bomb?"
"Who did this?"
From the beginning of the explosion, Officer Megure ordered his men from the police headquarters to investigate whether any chemical factory had lost the raw materials for making bombs.
But unfortunately, no chemical plant's raw materials for the bomb were lost.
This made Officer Megure very puzzled. Could this Ruyue Fengshui be able to detonate a bomb with bare hands?
...
Municipal building, rooftop.
Gin and Vodka were monitoring the police communication channel while deciding which bomb to explode.
The bombs approved by the organization must be detonated in the end to prevent the police from tracing the source of the bomb.
Since it's going to explode, let's explode with some blood.
"Is art...explosion?"
Gin remembered the conversation with Belmode just now, which was Michael Bay's catchphrase.
By now, Gin has learned the mantra of the two top leaders of the organization.
Rum: Timeismoney
Michael Bay: Art is explosion
Just when Gin was grinning and thinking about where to detonate the "art" next, a series of continuous and low ground sounds erupted in the sky.
Gin's ears twitched slightly, and he immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.
It's Mount Fuji!
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
