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Chapter 1864 Summoning (I really want to buy a puppy)

"Tit—tit—tit—tit!"

The shrill sound of sirens tore through the air, and the police car sped past. The policemen guarding the school gate also used all their strength to disperse the media and reporters who were blocking the school gate to watch the excitement, and let the police car in. Then the police car stopped to the side, and a male police officer got out of it. He had a square face with sharp edges like a rock sculpture, and a messy beard that looked completely unkempt.

On the other side, a young police officer hurriedly followed him down. At the same time, one of the policemen who was checking on the playground also saw them coming, hurried to their side and saluted.

"Inspector Miyato."

"Ah."

Inspector Miyato nodded, then turned his head and looked at the teaching building in front of him. In the center of the teaching building, a strange, twisted circular pattern was clearly visible, which looked like some kind of magic circle. This huge circular pattern occupied two-thirds of the teaching building. Although the scarlet pattern had settled, it still made people feel sick.

"Tell me about the situation."

"Yes."

The other party took out a notebook and quickly reported.

"The first to discover it were the students from the club who came to the school for morning practice. When they arrived at the school, they found that the school gate was closed and not opened. This surprised them, and then they went to the guard room, only to find that there was no one there. Then someone climbed over the wall and opened the gate, and then they came to the front of the teaching building and discovered everything."

The policeman said this, took a look at the strange pattern, and then looked away.

"We have tested the pattern above... Human blood, as well as skin and muscle tissue fragments, can be detected in it. It's like..."

"It's like someone grabbed another person and used him as a paintbrush to paint a pattern on the school building."

Inspector Miyato snorted coldly.

"Can one person have so much blood?"

"It's hard to say. Logically, it's unlikely... But the test reports of samples we obtained from several places show that all this blood came from the same person."

"The missing guard?"

"Yes."

At this point, the police lowered his voice.

"There is one more thing that we have not disclosed to the media yet. In fact, we searched the guard's room and found a large number of secretly filmed videos of students on his computer, as well as some... you know... "

"Humph."

Inspector Miyato snorted coldly.

Of course he understood that Inspector Miyato had handled many similar cases. To this world, things like this were as common as car scratches.

But for those who have a sense of justice, they can never get used to it no matter how many times it happens.

"Search his house. This idiot must have offended someone."

"We'll go."

For the city, this bizarre killing was not worthy of special attention. In fact, after the report on the morning news, it fell into silence - that was how it should be.

Until the next morning.

Inspector Miyato stared ahead with a gloomy expression. This was another school, almost the same as the previous one, with twisted and disgusting patterns smeared with blood and flesh painted on the teaching building, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"The victim this time was a teacher."

The police reported to Inspector Miyato again.

"He is responsible for the psychological counseling of students in this school."

"Psychological counseling?"

"He used hypnosis and other techniques. I heard from those students that they felt very relaxed after participating in his counseling and interviews. Of course, there were also students who thought that he was doing something illegal in the name of psychological counseling. But unfortunately, they did not find any evidence."

"Then you found it?"

"of course."

In response to Inspector Miyato's question, the police officer in charge of the search nodded, then took out a plastic bag containing several videotapes.

"These videos show that he would use the time when he was alone with the students to hypnotize them and then abuse them - why do these guys always like to record what they do?"

“Maybe they didn’t even think about the consequences.”

Inspector Miyato spat again and looked away.

"So, the murderer we are looking for is a messenger of justice?"

“I’m not sure about that, but I don’t know what the media will say.”

Inspector Miyato turned his head and looked at the pattern again. They had already sent people to investigate and even consulted some experts and scholars in the university who specialized in this field, but they all said that they had never seen a similar pattern and had no idea what it was.

"By the way, Inspector Miyato."

After finishing the report, the policeman did not leave but came closer.

"I don't know if you've heard...these patterns can't be erased."

"Can't wipe it off?"

"I heard from my colleagues that the school originally planned to use paint to erase the weird pattern yesterday, but it was completely useless. No matter how they covered it with paint, the weird thing would seep out from inside. Later, the school also tried to dig out the bloodstained areas directly, and then they found that... it didn't look like bricks and soil inside, but more like pieces of wriggling meat..." "What a mess, what nonsense are you talking about."

Inspector Miyato glared at the policeman, who shrank his neck.

"I'm serious...at least that's what everyone says."

"There is no way such a stupid thing could happen. You might as well go and conduct a search if you have the time."

After kicking the lazy policeman away, Inspector Miyato snorted coldly. He had to admit that these things were a bit weird, but he didn't think it was some kind of demon or ghost.

But then again, hypnosis, hypnosis again...

Inspector Miyato frowned. This case reminded him of a series of cases that happened before. The criminals also used hypnosis to attack others. Even when they were discovered, they used hypnosis to form a huge group and network, so that the police often had to use various methods to catch them all.

However, the confessions of these criminals were bizarre.

They all claimed that a program called hypnosis APP suddenly appeared on their phones, and then they used it on other people for various reasons. After they succeeded, they became addicted and could not stop. They embarked on this road of no return.

However, after searching these people's phones, the police found that there was no hypnosis APP in their phones. Even after disassembling the phones for analysis, they could not find any abnormalities. The police even searched the Internet and could not find any program that would download and automatically install on their phones.

At first, the police thought that this was just one-sided talk from the other party, a desperate attempt to evade responsibility. After all, according to them, it was not them who were at fault, but the APP. However, the police did not find the APP on the phone, which meant that it did not exist at all.

However, it would be fine if only one or two people said so, but when many criminals confessed in this way, it was still somewhat... disturbing.

Even the police themselves doubt whether such an APP really exists.

But if there is such a thing, why would they use it like this? According to the criminals, it is very easy to hypnotize people by showing them these apps. A program with such power can be used to control the entire country, so why bother with such a trivial thing?

But Inspector Miyato had no time to think about this, because shortly after he returned to the police station, he received another report.

The crime scene this time was a dilapidated warehouse, which seemed to be the base of a gangster gang, but now, they were all dead. When Inspector Miyato arrived there, he saw a vivid and distorted pattern drawn with blood covering the entire warehouse.

"This guy is clearly getting bolder and bolder and more and more excessive."

Inspector Miyato narrowed his eyes, his gaze was cold.

"How dare he do that in broad daylight, and no one saw him? Maybe he disguised himself as a painter or something, but I say, no one around here saw him?"

“No one usually comes here.”

The policeman in charge of the inspection was the same one from this morning, and he was obviously very familiar with the situation now.

"We looked around and found out that this is where the gangsters are. Anyone who gets close will be in trouble, so everyone stays away from here. If the workers who were repairing the viaduct in the distance hadn't accidentally discovered them, we might not know how long it would take for us to notice their disappearance."

"That murderer is really a messenger of justice who fights against violence and protects the good."

Inspector Miyato snorted again, very unhappy.

"Maybe. At least he only killed bad guys."

"So does he have the guts to go to jail?"

Inspector Miyato chuckled.

"There are a lot of bad guys imprisoned there. If he is really that capable, why doesn't he go to the prison and kill all those guys?"

Just as Inspector Miyato was speaking, the shadow in the warehouse trembled slightly.

However, no one discovered this.

Soon, night falls.

The news is still reporting on the recent series of mysterious murders. The media doesn't seem to care much about the murderer. At least for now, he kills bad guys. The guests are more discussing the evil deeds of the victims and why what they did was not discovered before they were killed.

However, this is not important to Duanmu Huai.

“Phew…very good…”

Duanmu Huai raised his head and stretched. He was standing in a prison cafeteria. The tables, chairs and benches that were originally placed here had long been thrown aside by Duanmu Huai. Sticky blood drew twisted and weird symbols one after another, and the flesh and blood that made these symbols had naturally been squandered by Duanmu Huai.

In fact, Duanmu Huai used these guys as sacrifices not simply to punish evil and promote good, and he was not some idiot who liked to imitate Batman. The reason why he chose these guys was that their desire in this regard was much stronger than others, so it would be easier to use them.

In fact, Duanmu Huai also felt that searching everywhere like this was a bit inefficient, but the words of the policeman in the warehouse in the afternoon reminded him of this.

Yes, when will we stop looking for people outside? Wouldn’t it be faster to just kill them in prison?

It turned out that his idea was correct. At least now, he had drawn all the runes.

So the next step is…………

Duanmu Huai closed his eyes and sighed silently. It was really ironic. In the last world, he saved mankind from the crisis of extinction. But in this world, as a judge, he had to push these humans into the hell of destruction and death with his own hands.

However, in order to eliminate the evil of obsession, the necessary sacrifice is worth it.

Thinking of this, Duanmu Huai raised his hands high, and as he moved, the shadow behind him expanded, and shadow tentacles stretched out from it, dancing like seaweed.

“E uh shub nigger ath ngaa ryla neb Shoggoth…………”

A filthy, distorted voice emerged from Duanmu Huai's mouth, and gusts of strong wind gradually emerged, exploring the depths of the infinite void.

"Listen to my call, and bring liberation to the creatures of this world! From the sources of darkness to the abysses of the stars, from the abysses of the stars to the sources of darkness, it is always a praise to them, Shub-Niggurath! The black goat that gave birth to millions of descendants! In the name of the Old Ones, I call you - come!"

Along with Duanmu Huai's roar, at this moment, the dark night sky changed instantly.