Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 60, Section 032: The End of the Night

late at night.

The ambulance arrived with its siren blaring, creating a chaotic scene with the sirens of police cars.

People were hurrying around as the victims were being taken to the hospital one after another.

Fujiwara Chizuru's face was grim.

"What's wrong."

Ling's face was covered in blood.

The policewoman lowered her head: "It's just that it's still a little hard to accept."

"Compassion is truly a fine human quality. Is it a case of 'the rabbit mourns the fox's death'?"

“I’m not a sentimental person.” Fujiwara Chizuru glared at her.

Is anyone still upstairs?

Ling shook her index finger: "Solved."

Fujiwara Chizuru gave a muffled "hmm".

Ling turned around gracefully and waved her hand: "It's still unknown how many eyes are eyeing this city covetously. Keep up the good work, Miss Policewoman."

After saying that, she walked up to her black motorcycle.

“Oh, right.” She tilted her head back, a playful look on her face.

Fujiwara Chizuru looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

"Seeing how sad you are, I'll try to cheer you up a little."

Ling brushed the dust off the vehicle, got on the motorcycle, and the black metal behemoth opened its eyes. The woman put on her helmet and said, "That little girl—"

Fujiwara Chizuru looked at her, her gaze filled with expectation for once, a rare occurrence for her.

The woman's lips curled up: "Still alive."

Suddenly, recalling the scene of falling from a great height and being caught in a hail of bullets, Fujiwara Chizuru's adrenaline surged, as if golden liquid welled up from the bottom of her heart, inexplicably stimulating her tear ducts.

The policewoman's eyes were slightly red.

When I looked up again, the motorcycle had already sped away.

Forensic experts and on-site personnel lifted the monster's remains from the crater.

The monster showed no signs of life. To be precise, even its head and most of its body had turned into bloody minced meat.

He crashed down at high speed, his bones shattered one by one, and he had multiple bullet holes all over his body, with countless gunshot wounds on his wing area.

Within the brown and dark green skin, the fabric of a suit was found, and inside it appeared to be a male corpse, no longer recognizable as human, having perished along with the monster.

Within the wings of the scythe-winged demon, a tightly wrapped little girl was found. Personnel at the scene used a chainsaw to sever the demon's wings before finally pulling it out. Her face was ashen, she was in a deep coma, and had multiple injuries; her condition requires further examination.

The girl still has vital signs.

Fujiwara Chizuru watched as the unconscious Amamiya Megumi was lifted onto a stretcher before covering her stinging nose.

A smile played at the corners of her eyes.

……

Douzi and Yan Wuxun clung to the barbed wire fence, quietly gazing at the situation inside.

The boots returned to them, covered in dust and dirt, their tails wagging.

"You stinky cat, don't run around like that next time."

The old man, with the cigarette butt between his teeth, took the cigarette out of his pipe and lit it.

"Let's go back."

Douzi stared at the departing ambulance for a long time without saying a word. Then she looked up at the building still belching black smoke, turned around and realized that Yan Wuxun had already walked some distance away, so she quickly jogged to catch up.

"Brother Xun, do you think Brother Jin will see if a major accident happens here?"

Yan Wuxun scoffed, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and said, "Who knows?"

That's true, he looked up at the night sky.

The night is quite different from that of my hometown. Tiny sparks of fate float in the air, as if a mere glimmer of hope could ignite a prairie fire.

"beans."

"Ah."

"Let's not leave yet, let's settle down in this city."

"Huh?! Why? Is there any clue about Brother Jin?"

The old man exhaled a thick puff of smoke, his face somber, his weathered features somewhat greasy: "We—"

"No money……"

Douzi scratched his head in embarrassment.

……

The terrorist attack has come to an end.

Reporters on television rushed to the front lines to provide real-time updates on the latest developments.

In the restaurant.

The tables were wiped clean, and the people who were closing up shop changed their clothes in the changing room.

"It's terrifying! The monsters in 'Mithril Warrior' are real. This tokusatsu show was a big part of my childhood."

The man with the mustache said this with an air of seriousness.

"Really? The urban legends of the twelve monsters are going viral online."

Another person, who had taken off his apron and was wearing a chef's hat, chimed in.

"Do you think other tokusatsu shows might also be based on real events? That would be quite unsettling."

"It can't be that exaggerated, can it?"

The young man in the corner chuckled awkwardly.

He dusted himself off and stood up: "Then I'll head back now."

The man with the mustache smiled knowingly: "Not bad. This city is full of strange legends. You might just happen to stumble upon one. Be careful, Mr. Jin."

Jin Ziyue scratched his head and chuckled dryly, "Don't scare me, I'm easily frightened."

"Alright, alright, Saijoji always likes to talk nonsense. What good does it do you to trick people into spending the night here?"

Another man mocked.

Jin Ziyue said goodbye to the person on duty and retrieved his umbrella from the door.

The night air was a little chilly.

He turned up his collar to cover his face and his pale lips, the hem of his long trench coat swaying gently in the night breeze.

Jin Ziyue narrowed his eyes, his expression was not good, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

I never want to experience that burning, maiming, and exploding sensation again.

Pedestrians strolled along the roadside in twos and threes, discussing the news reports on television, while the wailing of police sirens swept past on the nearby highway.

He wrapped his coat tighter, quickened his pace, and returned to the apartment.

I'm feeling a bit tired tonight, and I lost my composure somewhat. I even used the "Heart to Heart" inscription I took from the boots on Ichiro Amamiya. The scene was too chaotic at the time, and I didn't have time to retrieve it.

Heart to Heart

The holder's emotional side will be amplified, and their thoughts will reflect their innermost feelings. When the longing is strong enough, they can use their will to entrust their emotions to a special object, which will always play a special role at crucial moments. The greatest comfort of this prophecy is that a sincere heart can be accepted.

It's just a tool; we can collect similar supplementary terminology databases in the future.

It was the woman I met on the floor.

It is a huge threat.

Her motto was "Persuade people with reason."

【Convincing others with reason】

The host is accustomed to adhering to reason and upholding their own morality. Driven by rationality, both reason and theory serve as powerful persuasive tools. The holder often possesses a subtle ability to influence others, inspiring their personal charisma. Matters that can be resolved through reason will bring the host significant success. The host's confidence grows through their own assertiveness.

Before the host's death, this command underwent a certain mutation, possessing a special attribute unique to the host: if reason cannot persuade the other party, then conquer them with physical force.

The White Walkers, having been tempered for hundreds of years, possessed unparalleled physical strength.

Thanks to the Mandate of Heaven, women's fists are currently virtually unbeatable in terms of combat power.

We must find that woman's weakness as soon as possible, otherwise, nothing can be said.

Jin Ziyue's eyes flashed with a hawk-like light. He stretched his limbs and found that his body was completely unharmed.

If two bodies cannot be observed simultaneously, then only one exists. —【Single and Paired】

I've overspent these past two days... I'm out of drafts... (Slightly scorched green - chrysanthemum tight.jpg)

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