"By the way, can you lend me Mrs. Suzuki's dress? I need some snow silk."
Seeing that Suzuki Jiroji's eyes were about to pop out of his head, Mochizuki couldn't help but add another sentence. She almost forgot that she lacked spiritual thread in her hand.
"Of course this is no problem."
Tomoko Suzuki pulled her daughter in and walked in. She was no longer in the dress she was wearing in the morning, but she was still as dazzling.
Mochizuki nodded to the other party, turned around, pulled out a strand of hair from Odagiri Toshiya's head, and took the jade from Suzuki's butler's hand.
"The wounds on his body will be left to you."
Mochizuki said something, and then glanced at Matsumoto Kiyonaga and Shiratori Rensaburo who were running over in the distance. They sat cross-legged on the ground. Fortunately, the room was big enough. Although there was only one person lying in the room, there were still several people standing watching the fun. But the space Mochizuki was in was quite large, after all, she released the skeleton monster suspected of being the murderer.
Anger sinking in her dantian, Wangyue bit her finger, and using the blood as a guide, she began to write and draw on the jade. As the number of runes on it increased, the jade broke away from Wangyue's hand and began to float in the air, and she closed her eyes. , the spiritual power accumulated in his body for many days continued to flow towards the jade.
What Mochizuki wants to do is to weave jade that often appears in folklore, and use her luck to extend the life of the living dead lying on the ground.
Traditional jade weaving does not have this step at all. It only needs to collect the wearer's usually wasted luck, and change the person's luck through years of accumulation, so as to turn bad luck into good luck in a practical sense.
But now Odagiri Toshiya's luck has dropped to the lowest point, and he has only one breath left. Mochizuki must make up for this part if he wants to save him. Fortunately, the rules of this world are not perfect, otherwise this kind of unnatural act will happen. Because of this, Mochizuki had to spend most of his life.
After replenishing the energy in the jade, Wangyue slowly opened her eyes, and carefully placed the magic circle on it. She coughed a few times, and the smell of blood came back in her throat. She was seriously injured this time, okay. The hard part is done, now it's just a matter of establishing a medium with the wearer.
After twisting the hair pulled from Odagiri Toshiya's head into thin strands and combining them with the snow silk threads cut into semi-original state by the small skeleton, Mochizuki threw them in the air and kneaded them with both hands.
The silk thread began to rotate around the jade floating in the air. Every time it turned a few times, it would find a direction to drill in. In just a few minutes, the small jade was covered with thin silk threads, and the center of the jade was formed. A small cage with mist moving slowly in the middle.
People around him swallowed their saliva, and the two doctors treating the wound couldn't help but stop what they were doing. They all stared at the movements of Mochizuki's hands, trying to see what other abnormalities would occur.
Midorikawa Hikaru and Amuro Toru were a little helpless. There were Gin's people on the boat. The three of them had only one mission now, which was to record the entire scene. After this mission was completed, the funds they could withdraw could be tripled. , so the three people each stood on one side and tried not to miss any angle.
It is a certainty that Mochizuki will be exposed to the public, but judging from the current situation, this person is unlikely to die. As long as the person does not die, Pisk's mission cannot be completed, which also means that he will die soon. , Toru Amuro is now in a happy mood.
Midorikawa Hikaru was not so optimistic. He could clearly see Mochizuki's swallowing action. This skill seemed to be very unbelievable, but it obviously had serious consequences, and he didn't know whether it would be successful.
"go"
Mochizuki shouted softly, and the entire corridor suddenly became quiet. The crowd who had been pushing each other with the Suzuki family's bodyguards took a step back in unison, and everyone stared at the jade in the air.
The silk thread and the jade stone had been completely integrated into one, as if the jade stone was originally like this. The jade stone circled several times in the air and ran towards the place where Odagiri Toshiya was lying.
Mochizuki stood up slowly, the blue light in his hand flashed, and a small dagger suddenly appeared. The two doctors exclaimed and walked quickly aside.
Mochizuki used a little force on her hand and took a drop of blood from Odagiri Toshiya's heart. The jade stopped lingering and actively bumped into the blood drop, sucking in all Odagiri Toshiya's blood. The mist-like thing in the center of the jade finally took shape and turned into a The little man with a missing abdomen is curled up in the center of the jade stone.
Mochizuki braided the remaining silk thread into a rope, strung the jade together, hung it around Odagiri Toshiya's neck, and sat on the chair tiredly.
"Officer Mochizuki, how is he?"
Suzuki Jirokichi boldly asked, but there was still no response on the machine. The doctor had just told him that the man's signs of life were getting weaker and weaker, and that he was almost dead.
Mochizuki waved her hand and pointed to the electrocardiogram inserted into Odagiri Toshiya's body, letting them see it by themselves. She was too tired and didn't want to talk nonsense anymore.
Everyone in the room looked over again, but this time the target was the two doctors who were so busy. Most people can only distinguish between the presence and absence of something like an electrocardiogram. What the value is depends on professionals.
"Mr. Odagiri's condition is indeed improving, and the frequency is quite fast. Generally speaking, everything is changing for the better."
Everyone's eyes suddenly changed drastically, and they wanted to make a hole in Mochizuki's eyes.
"How is his wound being treated?"
Mochizuki took a breath and looked at the two doctors standing aside whose worldviews had collapsed.
"Every place that can be stitched has been stitched, but..."
Wang Yue nodded clearly. All the major meridians around the wound were sealed by him, and the doctor couldn't tell if there was any problem with the suturing.
Mochizuki rubbed his somewhat stuffy chest, untied the acupuncture points around Odagiri Toshiya's wound, and carefully checked the stitching of the wound.
After the wound was cleaned and sutured, the entire shape was clearly visible. It did look like it had been taken out by someone's hands. However, if the person's hand was so strong, it was impossible for the internal organs to just scratch a little skin. This was obviously someone using a machine. The arms were strong enough, but they didn't work hard. It was really a poor performance.
"There's still some bleeding here, so I'll ask you two to take care of it."
After Mochizuki finished speaking, she began to look for Matsumoto Kiyonaga. She clearly saw those two people before taking action, but why couldn't she find them now.
"Isn't Administrator Matsumoto back yet?"
Mochizuki was a little surprised. Could it be that she was really too busy and hallucinating.
Suzuki Jiroyoshi coughed twice in embarrassment. When the police came in, everyone except the doctor would be cleared out, so the people here kept the two policemen out with a tacit understanding.
"I'm here."
Matsumoto Kiyonaga squeezed in from the crowd. His hair was completely ruined. Only two or three buttons of his originally straight suit were still hanging on, not to mention his shoes. It was completely miserable.
"Manager Matsumoto, I'll leave this to you. If nothing else happens, Odagiri Toshi will wake up at this time tomorrow. I need to fix it, so I'll leave it to you."
Mochizuki smiled slightly and glanced at Suzuki Jirokichi. The latter waved knowingly, and Suzuki the housekeeper immediately ran up and led Mochizuki to a new guest room to rest.
